Unreasonable Summer
July lies ahead
poured out like
shadows at dusk
the sun’s beams
are broad and indifferent
searing the air
into white hot
rather than blue
bound in humidity
the grass dries
the herb garden wilts
reasoned thoughts stray
only three more months
until autumn arrives
and the sky turns blue again
Pamela Olson, 7/3/08
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