I spoke a dare aloud while raindrops fell In golden straws and gentle sidewalk spots, And as the shower waned, I might have yelled Unto the thunder Is that all you've got? But then a blast of wind flung dust and leaves And banged recycling bin lids in defiance. As residents crouched underneath their eaves, … Continue reading September 16: A Brave Front

September has a sickness and has laid Upon the air, which moves but won't abate The listlessness and weakness that pervade As heat and heaviness on all conflate. The evening cool and morning dew imply The fever may have broken in the night, But as the sun ascends the morning sky, Pernicious sickness manifests its … Continue reading September 14: Take the Heat