as the heat rises, as the dome settles into place
and even the mountains lose their cooling air,
where now do I go?
before I could slip easily away into a boat
and take myself into the shaded silence of bayous overhung with cypress.
the local alternative is a trail which offers some canopied foliage
but also people and dogs and bikes and noise.
summer has become overwhelming at times,
too bright with sun; too loud with all sorts of clatter;
too noisome with industrial odors.
in other worlds I find the hush and stillness,
so that is where I’ll be.
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