The crepe myrtle doesn't know what day it is. It doesn't know about the Supreme Court or the looted treasury or the men in masks on the Metro. It just throws its ridiculous pink into the worst heat of the year & blooms straight into the fire, unbothered, asking nothing of anybody.
Tha an teas a' lasadh — the heat is burning. We're in the mouth of the dog days now.
Be, for one minute, that shameless & that rooted.
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