The Common Denominator

The rain has made the grass grow—
it overcrowds the footpaths and
hides little green toads
that swell and squawk into
darkness—
the heat stalks those who leave
the house, flies lodge in corners of
eyes—
boot soles squeak and soften like taffy
on the bitumen. “One rule—always put on
a shirt before you die, it keeps things in…
this heat—
turns men into water. His skin…”
Drawn by the lights, boys in masks
plot something then withdraw,
afraid of a certain trouble pervading
sundown—
the hot dusk.
“…delaminated.”

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