Description of August heat |
| Whistling Dixie, kicking dust; on the craggy road- walloping avenging mosquitoes while sweat mingles with my freckles; leaving me resentful- tortured by the pitch that obsesses the air. Grasshoppers clipping the grass 'n change rattles my pockets- hungry for the cone that is far-flung, and the sun continues- with dog days still before me. 14 lines |