In this Heat

Humid and Hot

A fly,
as black
as illness,
swerves
through the heat
hanging
from the oak limbs
like wet sheets,
senses the splotch
of lemonade,
antennae tingling,
painted
on the gray slate
near the clover
longing
for a lick
of water.

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