fury devil winds torture the trees burning and singeing their life-giving leaves wildheat scorches trespassing, raging taking no prisoners nothing can breathe devil winds laugh and mock - while we argue about why, they close off our escape routes heat waves will make us heat slaves until every green thing is brown until every green thing is brown until every green thing is... gone
Forgive the negative waves in this poem, Dear Readers, I’m just sad about what the drought and excessive heat are doing to our world, in both macro and micro ways.
© 2023, Glover Gardens
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