July Heat Wave

By Judy Grigg Hansen

the sun
toasts the grass a crispy brown around the edges
radiate stored-up heat through the soles of shoes
air conditioners
belch overheated air like old-fashioned stoves
baking asphalt
softens and oozes, sticking to shoes and tires
and the air smells like dragon breath.


About Judy Grigg Hansen
I write poetry and nonfiction, and I am passionate about the people, places, and wildflowers of Idaho and the Northwest.

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