in this heat,it is wise to hide
seek water where it falls,crawl under leaf
like melon,cucumber,squash,pumpkin
your vines may reach into the trees
these beans are slim as sunshine,green as weeds
last tomatoes shrink to pebble proportions
stray butterflies and bees add to the symphony of wasps
in this battled field for competing nourishment
August scorches all with solar indifference
we squeeze little strips and bulbs from the within
the root system that seeks its own survival
Metaphors wilt and sweat with the work in hand
What harvests come will soon be desert and
wise ones are those who seek the shade
Interrogatory heat questions every blade
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