Heat's lightning tear
fissure rips
to break upon summer's
knife and so
tip earth to stream
clouds amongst humidities shroud.
Windless that fly
bounds the bass that
lies lowest root that holds
the skies to the ground.
Croak or quench
the heights that fall
the brink that skies the sun
are forewarnings
that beat on crops
by hazes dip
too many wings lost in a flock
too many veined shapes
desperate in the heat
that starves the cot
and dries the peat