A Sonnet for Summer
When the first breath is lifted, cool and sweet,
Daunting ill-tempered devils at their play
A-whirl with sand in teeth while they belay
The eyes and throat with dust; first breath when heat
Is still and stultifying, and the beat
Of heart and lungs are ominous and gray
Within the silence, when oppressive day
Poisons the thickened air……
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