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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