Late August

cloud shreds
skid across
sandstone cliff face
dimmed red
to red
in an invisible rain
. . .
mosquito
becoming
language
. . .
scratched-off
scratch-off ticket
moldering in
a mound of
whacked
dandelions
. . .
to walk
a word
from one
weather
into another
. . .
on the window screen
a patch of beetles
peristaltic under
porch light
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