sun sorcery and failings of truth – August 26


brown blades fan overhead

skimming pale gasps to fend

the heat.


summer warming has come

with vengeance and my pasty

white quails


slathered in sunscreen.


they lauded a day at the

beach when I went excited

as a child


my wool bathing suit itching,

sand filling and scouring, while

the frozen Atlantic


made a mockery of trying

to flee the naked burning



sun, sorcery, and failings of truth

now fill our world, as we flee

the warming.




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