Dark heat

 

The dark is singing and whirring

and whining with insect legs

and the dry crunch of footsteps on the grass.

 

No cool breeze

a hot wind blows

from a distant furnace place

 

dark drifts in the waving tree fronds

where birds sleep

dreaming of cool water running.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

15 thoughts on “Dark heat”

  1. Extreme heat at night I find dispiriting. The night is not so supposed to be too hot, which is an unrealistic assessment. If you think the “distant furnace place” might be Washington, D.C., I won’t argue with you. But it doesn’t deserve that much credit, either.

    On a hot night, I imagine everything that can dream is dreaming of something cool.

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