groping in the light of day
it is so hot
humidity, heat, sun, burning light
too much
we all dream of cool days
warm nights
a light wind from the east
but this is a song
a poem
a prayer
prayer is the only sure thing in this desert
everything else is a mirage of ideas, dreams, confusion, hopes
i walked into the house for a glass of water
one of our cats, Maggie Mae, jumped onto the couch
she kissed the crucifix Renee had just laid down, she really did,
this awoke my slumbering brain.
wkm
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