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a heat wave :: katherine wisner mccluskey

by on September 8, 2015

All day a great sun stared,
    Obsessed with heat and light!
Thought panted for shelter
    On to the dark of night;
But when the sun went down,
    Soaked in the lukewarm sea,
I turned and saw a white-hot moon,
    Pallid, peering at me!—
And my soul cried aloud,
    Mad for some privacy!

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