we knew she was on her way
having rescued her at dusk

it was the kind of anticipation, kind of diversion
explosion
needed as of late

it was one hundred degrees before we knew it
and renewed gratitude when a handful of winds moved it away
nights still restless, but at least spared sweat


tricked into summer, we all were
lettuces and such now wilted and crisped
no surprise the ones who hold tough
hopefully i’ll be back before the rain