Oh, August sun

You smolder

Then cast your flame

And blind us, taunting;

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Defiant claim

On all domain

You, source of life

Our withering frame

Your glaring heat

Disparing;

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Flowers, fatigued

Straining stems

Not knowing whether to reach

Or cower

Soon

Fall

will send her soothing song

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Give it up, sun

Move along.

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© Ruth Ann Scanzillo   8/11/16  All rights those of the author, whose name appears above this line. Thank you for your respect.

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