You do not need to fear the heat
You do not need to fear the heat.
The willows arching overhead
will lend their shade. Fear not
thirst. Your old brown friend
the river is by your side. Winds
will not take away your tent;
you have tethered it. Nor will
you know hunger. One by one,
place the nut, the dried fruit,
the seed upon your tongue.
Why then this vague dread?
Ahead, the utter afternoon,
when time hangs thick like
air trapped in a box canyon,
cicada drill the ears, and
nothing stirs except thought.
You wish you were in need
of something you could move
toward. Creatures, teach us
how to survive until nightfall!
| Rick Kempa |
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