Mid-Day

 The heat,
 the sun sinking
 into its summer
 and crumbling,  
 baked like ships
 resting in the water's brown,  
 and the fly drumming, 
 and falling into the dust
 burning, 
 dust of the pipes,
 and the gardens 
 of birds,  
 or of the nettles
 and the stone's high
 invisible motion.

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