Thursday, July 27, 2023

The Warm Night

Large and near and palpitant,
Desert stars hug horizons,
And the day’s heat, reluctant,

Backs off a little, but just.
All afternoon the hot winds,
But where are the evening gusts

To blow out the heat and creak
At the windows? The insects
Seem extra elaborate

And the birds to bed early.
Up the slope, the biocrust
Maintains its ragged blanket,

And the desert plants content
Themselves with their strategies
For exactly this much heat.

The humans, who have goosed it,
Avoid it, staying indoors
For the most part, with machines.

One sits out on a stone porch
Watching the stars grow thicker,
Almost a taunting quiet.

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