no one has been here since
the last rain, the sand dimpled below
the paths of stormclouds. This heat
feels different, like a breath
that lays against you, steals your air.
the killdeer nest is empty
even the eggshells are gone and the evening
feels new and brightly cracked.
again and again you submerge
in the goldgreen light of the river, opening
your eyes to smooth stone,
to the hazy cold
that is always here
at the edge of the world.