The Start of The Dog Days
In the dog days of summer as muslin curls on its own heat And crickets cry in the black walnut tree
The wind lifts up my life And sets it some distance from where it was.
Meena Alexander
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In the dog days of summer as muslin curls on its own heat And crickets cry in the black walnut tree
The wind lifts up my life And sets it some distance from where it was.
Meena Alexander
