Summer Muchness Fatigue (Poem)

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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