"To Juan de la Cruz at the Summer Solstice"
a simmering sound · descends in slow waves
through the thick heat · that stymies thought
cold-capsuled · cars press in clumps
with prim purpose · or pressing need
if any story stirs · these stubborn roundheads
it's not wicker witchcraft · or wise Jehovah
but the yodelling yahoos · of yore whose horse
could melt miles away · in the middle of nowhere
"Intelligence is like exams. You always think the chap sitting next to you knows more than you do." --The Tailor of Panama
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