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Heat

July 13, 2015. It is seven o’clock. Evening. Ninety degrees in Carrboro, North Carolina. The sun is not yet down.
I water the garden. A garden that is turning brown.
Flopping irises, the droop of the oat straw, the new cedar struggles to stand.
I water the garden. Fire flies start to appear, birds move closer and
the mulch holds the water near.
I water the garden, watching droplets form on tips of green.
When I was six my sister Molly told me the droplets your earrings for the fairies of the garden.
I believed her then. I believe her now. As more water pours into the soil and the surface comes alive.