sun sorcery and failings of truth – August 26

8.26

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

sands.

 

sun, sorcery, and failings of truth

now fill our world, as we flee

the warming.

———————-

 

 

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