when the shimmer of summer draws up dragonfly from the face of stagnant pool left by latter rain in foundation pit of unbuilt boards a pigweed forest reeks with allergenic joy
in secrecies that only lowest crawlers know when caught on hands and knees down in gray-green grip of tangle among merciless stalks where slithering darts
of restless serpents rustling pass from thick to open bask of sunstroke hammering throb of ecstatic suffocation from overstrained ligaments at work on intemperate grasses
with twisting torque as torturing tool to burnish an afternoon of wonderful woe where tenebritic clutch gathers heat contrary to laws of shade in graceless gropings
for a place of patience in thunderstruck helplessness of imminent squeeze or piquant puncture of heel of hand like gasping sinner in giddy throes of incineration
John Davis Pilkey
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