Hush, It's the Dog Days
August Days
The dampened hush
Of low, gray, stationary clouds
Mutes the songs of summer-weary birds,
While the hum of an old AC
Is panting its way through the dog days.
Late summer muses in thin voices
That drip down, one by one,
From a too-tolerant firmament,
Wet and waiting
While the earth rolls slowly over
Like a sleeping dog away from too much sun.
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