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Rising off the blacktop
An eerie quivering phantom,
Dancing to a raucous tune
That no one else can hear.
Summer heat debates its fate
With elementary elements
As those of flesh go sweltering
Inside their darkened dens.
Who can blame them?
Every form of life is seeking respite now.
Even the brave sunflower has
Had enough of its namesake.
Panting pets seek shaded solace,
Post their signs, “Do not disturb”.
Nothing moving save the birds who
Seek the comfort of the sky.
How much longer until winter?
How I long to shovel snow.

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