Hot Summer July

the sun is far from us yet it’s glare feels close enough to light our souls on fire. the day appearing like a ghost town in Nevada chugging buckets of water on the old wooden porch. all i’m expecting is that rolling tumbleweed but the dry grass will do the humid air doesn’t care for the wind begs to sing but no voice it brings to calm the hot sheets and sizzling skin even the fan exudes that humid heat but the clothes dry in the mean time. so maybe it’s only best to stay at rest.