Alabama Summer Drought

The days plod.
Plenty of bright sun
but it doesn’t dance:
just layers heat
upon heat like a mason:
brick after brick
of humid heat.
Some years,
rain breaks the day,
lends a little reprieve,
but not this year.
Late June feels
just like August,
months of it.
Stifling.

This poem © Gabriel Gadfly. Published March 19th, 2011.