Scott Kaestner

Dog Days

The dog days of Summer are barking at the shadows
sweating under a blistering sun blaring light into dusk
spewing heat into the sweltering city streets
setting fire to the asphalt burning at both ends
a season disappearing into the space time continuum;

the days may be numbered but the kids selling lemonade
at the corner can quench your thirst for a quarter
and put a smile on your face here
where the ashes start to gather
amidst this blissful apocalypse.

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