high summer heat
high summer settles over the land
like a thick blanket when you’re already hot,
the outside temperature is so close to the internal
the the skin despairs of throwing off its excess heat,
the air so sticky, sweat doesn’t evaporate
until a bit of wind comes up and gives us hope,
the forest so thirsty
that less and less water is released into the streams,
if enough water gets to garden and farm,
produce produces with vigor,
I seek the high ground
where summer is less a heavy blanket
than a light shawl,
and the streams welcome my plunge into them
with a cold shock that reminds me
I am and I love the being.
by Henry H. Walker
July 29, ‘20
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