Befriend The Stalker
Heat and covid stalk
us down the steamy alleys of August
like bloodhounds on the prowl.
Their incessant baying and trail of spewing spittle
threaten to relieve us of our senses.
We long to just flop down in the shade
with these bloodhounds and flick at flies.
If only we could stop running
long enough we might catch up
to our senses and it wouldn’t be so hot.
It wouldn’t be so dangerous.
If we sit and let be, relief shoulders beside.
c. Rita H Kowats
August 17, 2020
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