The field across from us
is totally brown.
It’s time for fire preparation,
weeds cut, tree branches
trimmed from the roof
and ground.
Part of the rhythm of our
year. Ants. Heat. Shifting
the pots of lavendar and sage
to the shady side of the
I know you’ve heard
herbs can take the heat,
but not like this. Not like
this. None of us can take
he heat like this.
Too hot to cook. To think.
To be a human or a plant.