Dust chases us down the
road
engulfs the car
swirling like powdered
sugar blown from a birthday cake
coating our sandaled
feet as we step into the furnace
The dogs retreat 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
yearns for bird song
Silence, even,
languishes in the oppressive heat
Live Oaks, gnarled
limbs supplicating to the cloudless sky
plea for rain
Wash away the sins of the world
Copyright 2011 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman
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