Midsummer

Greensward yellows,
foliage trembles over nests
in a vague wind.
Daytime blisters numb skin.
Daytime bleaches dyes.

Sidewalks of bewilderment
goad weeds into bowed eclipses
below dilapidated blue breath.

Neither incantations encircling solstice,
nor all of the sonnets
and idylls to June ever composed
can slow or close
the hurtful jaws of July.

Copyright © Marc Awodey

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