insomnia

night simmers

august hot

dust-drowned brown

and gasping

harsh

rattlesnake winds

breathe through

cricket wings

singing hymns

they gleam

flying green

on the riding breeze

river things

slither, swing and swim

as the rains begin

sliding slipshod

down the dust and dry

the rusted rowans

trickle clean in

quicksilver strings

startled whispers

of rustling light

and elusive dreams

 

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