Augorophobia
august
scorched lawns
trees turn brown with fright
holidays and beaches
and reparing to the cool
august
oppressive, painful despair
inside looking out
mugged breathe sweats
air of the great outdoors
cats sullen
blue jays drop their jays
crows to beat to caw
august
let me out of here
august
my mind curled like rock
drugged and writhing
soul up there at rest
in the crook of the old oak tree
Copyright © 1998 by Marilyn McIntyre, All rights reserved
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