Too
much cloud for the body of the moon to show its form. Cold ground in the
morning, thousand cold roofs. Everyone dresses for August, the wool and
leather. Sometime after grey daybreak the body of the sun glows beneath cloud, briefly,
a reminder. Cold sun, molten raging explosion sending heat showers, gorgeous
yellow. Our good-natured bodies are reassured by sight of the singular source
of life. Though not so the news of heatwaves in Iran, record temperatures
drying increasingly intensely the body of the earth. Our minds turn from August
to February, anticipating Iran in our skimpily clad backyards.
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