I imagine it’s cooler up there
in the wake of that red-tailed hawk
even cooler higher where
vultures wheel in perfect orbits
here on the desert floor
everything tosses you their heat
more than a giveaway they
insist take it - we don’t want it
walls sidewalks the wind
the sand even the shade whispers
come on in – I’ve got something for you
ha another sultry gift
so we run inside to cool down
even further into our memories
a spring of jacketed mornings
pool water that tingles the skin
a rising sun to help the hot
coffee warm chilly fingers
at twilight we come out
to watch the bats bank
feel the aerial turn
of the temperature
as darkness slowly sweeps away
the heat of the day
we can only sigh
at the shimmering stars
burning holes in the night
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