By John Nelson Schneider


Hot,

 

Devil hot

 

Through the thick air

 

The sun beats down

 

Upon my brow,

 

The heat my heart

 

To make faint.

 

The land of green

 

Baked red and black.

 

And I, fallen to my knees,

 

Turn my eyes toward the sky,

 

And with a gasp of breath

 

Find strength within the light.

 

Photo by Lane V. Erickson

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