july day

the air is full of fever.
the exhale
of the sun
is upon us, breathing
fire
on our skin,
melting the weak,
drying up the stream.
there is no where to hide
from this
white light.
nothing can escape
this heat,
nothing false will survive
and make it
to the night.
drink, slow down, find
a rock
to get under and hide.
at some point
the moon will rise,
the moon will coolly.
shine.