This afternoon, where I live

Porches, curbs, primitively arranged corners; dust trails through tall grass, beer cans, dragonflies; political signs, cigarette butts, birdsong shrapnel; distant traffic, cicada song, a chorus of air conditioners; bright water in the sky, hot water in the bayou, water heavy in the air between. Dead still but busy with everything this afternoon, where I live.

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