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

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