The cows,
The field in which the cows graze, due to the long,
summer drought,
A large, fuzzy caterpillar climbing up a dried-up piece of grass,
The patio umbrella, too hot even to sit beneath,
The deer on the opposite side of the field, hopeful and searching for
a patch of something green,
The light sweater I grab to cover my bare arms, as soon as I step
inside the air-conditioned house,
The iced-coffee (with a touch of oat milk),
inside my mason jar glass . . .
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