Humid, After

It’s here

we’re in the thick of it

This summer rain has come

followed by the heat

Swarms of gnats

you’d better steer clear

best of luck

they’re after you

I don’t know where to look

it’s all just way too much

The blooms, full there

the lake, too green

the half-alive worm getting lugged by ants

And how to describe the smell?

Overcome, then faint

the swoon

the swoon

the swoon

There’s something about this weight that doesn’t lie

a thousand acoustic guitars strumming on the porch

Dog collars clinking on chains

off to take the night’s last piss

♦