the summer heat
slowed everyone
down to nearly
a stop,
standing at the waters
edge
as if waiting
for their lives
to start
again.
even the trees
sighed in the warm
air.
women's dresses
clung to their
waists, men
wiped the sweat
from their brows
and necks.
the red faced children
looked tired
and angry,
sitting on
the rocks, throwing
sticks into
the slight ripple
of brown water.
later they would
all talk about how
hot is was, even
near the river, how
the boats had no
wind in their sails.
how long summer
had become, how
thirsty they were.
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