Heat
Look west, the brilliant show of color and heat is beginning, as it does every day, as promised.
A bullfrog bellows. Ants scatter and scurry, much to do, such a hurry.
Dipping into the treeline, cerise and enormous, sunbeams cast shadows and change
the world’s hue. A nutria finishes basking and decides to head back to its nook.
I close one eye and put my hand out to hold up the almighty time-keeper. I smile at my futility.
It’s too far away, and would probably be too heavy anyway…
I was just trying to slow things down. Try as I may… June… July…
A mockingbird does his impression of a mourning dove, settling in for the night shift.
—Dominic
illustration by Happy Burbeck
