Ethel Mays
KILLING HEAT
Dog days lap creeks dry,
snapping and snarling
at the ankles of creatures
staggering to paltry sprinkles.
River and reservoir
levels drop. Thunderheads
pile empty promises on stark
blue skies; no rain for weeks.
Lethal freak
of a harsh summer god
spares none; all are crushed
under one blazing heel.
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