summer (say it isn’t so)

summer sets my nerves on edge –
the way the storms stomp up
across the prairie lands,
vindictive and righteous,
to eradicate sinners and
god-fearing folks alike.

that summer was sizzling-
the way the tempest roiled
across our marriage bed,
audacious and turbulent –
to spit us up, coughing,
upon those barbaric shores.

each summer since, wariness –
the way the watchful eye drifts
along in diligent delusions,
neurotic and eager,
to desiccate memories and
flowers alike.

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