I: Outside
Sinking into
this moment
the close heat
the gathering clouds
the scolding birds
the drumming cicadas
Everything smells
fragrant
and ripe
steeped in July’s juices
and the air
tastes sharp
like vinegar
and wildflowers
II: Inside
The city sounds, too
Cars speeding by
windows shut tight
against the heat
Folks rushing home
to conditioned air
retreating indoors
to an artificial atmosphere
as sterile
cold
and colorless
as the moon
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