Heat
       

       The heat is here.
       The dog is deaf
       with her own panting.

       The clouds are thick
       practically at my knees,
       pouring up the drain pipes.

       Somewhere: a chaise lounge creaks
       with the weight 
       of a well adjusted businessman.

       Somewhere: dark women
       with gleaming faces
       parade their colors on the street.

       I hear children darting
       through a sprinkler,
       their voices shine 
       like ice cubes in this heat.


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