Between the Waters

Dogs Under Porches

By: EarlB, 11:54 PM GMT on July 20, 2013


The dog days are upon us
Like the moisture on our brow
That trickles down our face;
We endure both.

We endure, too,
The sun as it trickles
Across the sky more slowly
As the temperature climbs.

All pant out the same song:
Cool relief, Cool relief,
Please send cool relief,
Even the sleeping dogs dream of winter.


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Dog Days

By: EarlB, 11:56 AM GMT on July 06, 2013


When the Dog Star comes home
We growl toward hotter days,
Noisier days,
When slumbering noisemakers
Warm and wake.

We smile toward ripening days, too.
Days of the tart raspberry,
The sweet tomato,
As Sirius
Smiles down on our day.



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