In the Dogdays of Summer

Sunned in the Bowl

August does this thing,
it makes us want to leave,
hide from the sun.
We dream solar flares
river edges
and ghosts.
And the clouds
oh the clouds
layers of gray
teasing us with their thunder
we are left gasping
waiting for the rain.

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