Friday, August 9, 2013

(Still) Summer

It is August,
the dog days of summer
came
sniffed twice
turned around
and flopped on Phoenix
snuffling, shedding heat like hair
that sticks to everything
(don't wear black).

The rains,
God's blessed rains,
came,
and finding the desert inhospitable,
went
back to the Gulf,
to the Pacific,
to the beach
(where it's much nicer this time of year).

So here we are,
left to our own devices,
such as fans,
and A/C,
and popsicles,
and pools,
waiting it out
to see who flinches first
and who backs down
from our annual game of chicken
(summer).

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