Midwest July
by Kathy Lohrum Cotton

Again, temp and humidity
cling together in upper 80s;
summer air so heavy,
thought fixates on breathing,
molasses labor of lungs,
morning-walk miles of panting.

A few random raindrops splat
on the path like sweat beads,
but the sky pulls back.
I inhale its invisible lightning,
exhale my silent thunder,
turning thoughts toward
an afternoon at the lake,
watermelon slices, iced tea,
kayak paddles in cool water.

The eavesdropping sky
hears my plans
and lets loose the rain.

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