Near summer’s end

the sun burns fire

sending us into soaring heat

an inescapable inferno

of air too hot to breathe

and mesquites bowing to the Earth

the death throes of summer

creates its own pyre

as souls are sold

for a breath of coolness

a silent world waits

for relief and release

in the home stretch at last – Caroline A. Slee

The Home Stretch

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