The thick-walled room’s cave-darkness,
cool in summer, soothes
by saying, This is the truth, not the taut
Rest here, out of the flame—the thick air’s
stirred by the fan’s four
slow-moving spoons; under the house the stone
has its feet in deep water.
Outside, even the sun god, dressed in this life
as a lizard, abruptly rises
on stiff legs and descends blasé toward the shadows.
— Reginald Gibbons
July 2, 2013 @ 4:17 pm
July 3, 2013 @ 1:10 am
It was 107 last Saturday. I was roped into attending an outdoor event. The phrase "mad dogs and Englishmen" comes to mind.
July 2, 2013 @ 10:12 pm
And how is the Texas weather this fine July eve?