plead to dream a dream of air

 

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Another summer poem:

Fever

BY HAILEY LEITHAUSER

The heat so peaked tonight

the moon can’t cool

 

a scum-mucked swimming

pool, or breeze

 

emerge to lift the frowsy

ruff of owls too hot

 

to hoot, (the mouse and brown

barn rat astute

 

enough to know to drop

and dash) while

 

on the bunched up,

corkscrewed sheets of cots

 

and slumped brass beds,

the fitful twist

 

and kink and plead to dream

a dream of air

 

as bitter cruel as winter

gale that scrapes and blows

 

and gusts the grate

to luff

 

the whitened ashes from the coal.

 

Source: Poetry (December 2009)

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