Creeping Through Summer
Poems for the End of July
Fire to the north now,
And gray clouds to the south;
Sunset to the westward,
And everywhere the drouth
Has scorched the earth already
Ere the lightning’s flash
Can catch and flame the kindling
And burn it twice to ash.
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