August Heat

The August heat

stayed overnight

making my morning

walk almost unbearable


The humidity crawled

along my hairline and

left damp curls in its wake


The day feels different

than most days …

the atmosphere close

and senses are heightened


As my eyes adjusted

to the predawn dark

the other senses took

over …


There was a faint

smell of horse and

fresh manure in the lot

A whiff of unmistakable

body odor … heat, sweat,

dirt, unwashed body


The sickly sweet smell

of something dead

somewhere in the dark

making me wonder

who else is other there


Copyright © 2015 Annie – Original Poetry
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As Ever, Annie