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Heat Wave

July 20, 2010

Haze

crawls across rock faces,

blurs peaks, turns solids

indistinct, even as sun

sinks, leaving behind

summer heat long

past day, bleeding into

dark, filling night with hums,

growls, tossing, turning,

away winter’s comfort,

distant lightning only

a dream.

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