End of the Flocking Summer

There were record highs this summer
Resulting in record lows –
Splintering wood
Migratory birds
Parching
Wax melted
Pooled convergence
Remaining wax.
Any way but this.
And I couldn’t keep my cool –
Drugs dehydrate
Molting clothes
Her legs wrapped around my back
Thoughts wrapped around his
Or anyone’s anything
Anywhere but here.
Birds fell by the flock.

It was far too late to
save her
From the heat fate,
Fever dreams,
Loins,
and Panic.

Until it cools down
After this record
High
Summer.