Monday, June 27, 2011

“One-hundred Degrees in the Shade”

                  Dust chased us down the road
engulfed the car
swirling like powdered sugar blown from a birthday cake
coating our sandaled feet as we stepped into the furnace
The dogs retreated to bunk bed and chair
anticipating evening’s approach—
a breeze, teasing and seductive
Buffalo grass, brittle reminders of Spring’s bounty
squat in death
Cedars, tipped in brown and rust,
finger summer’s dragon breath in search of moisture
The naked sky, adorned only by a relentless sun
yearned for bird song
Silence, even, languished in the oppressive heat
Live Oaks, gnarled limbs supplicating to the cloudless sky
plead for rain
Wash away the sins of the world
 Copyright 2011 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman

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