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Hot August

One longs for the day when a chill nips the air

the night to huddle beneath a pouf of cover

and yet, won’t we miss the blanket of heat

when ever it lifts, taking with it the singing cicadas

the humming crickets the crackling katydids

the fat moaning bullfrogs?

1 thought on “Hot August

  1. i won’t.

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