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[anne_arkansas]

the swelters been awoke,
deep earth says hello,
the storm is a sea
and above our heads
the halo grows.

frowning upon the east,
heat, oh heat, oh me.
you belly around,
the land is conquerable,
and you swim everywhere,
maybe in the sea,
heat be me.

the fever,
how you may sweat it,
wear it, bury it, out or maybe in,
the late year coming, here,
bodies on the ground,
dead season, dead season,
all yellow, all around.

maybe like the mirror, the sun,
and when we look in the
sky, no clouds.
heat be the sound,
we the drum again,
singing loud.

halos in the morning,
in the night
the moon is round,
yellow bellied baby
the fever seating 'round,
something hollow in the way,
like the glass is the sky,
something yellow in the way,
like the fingers reach high
to the heat to calm it down,
something sorry in the way,
we be heat,
while heat keep
breaking down.