slow motion
outside my window air hangs heavy
yesterday’s rain now stale
drops in slow motion from the gutter
exposed trees stand breathless
caught in damp morning heat
I hear the rhythmic beat
of tires coming and going
on the road beside our house
August is the saddest month
weary of relentless summer
it languishes—
counting the days
© Elouise Renich Fraser, 3 August 2017
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