Written by C Hues
August 3, 2023
Though heat dies down, Tempers flare. Like an owl, my six is seen. We all await what August brings. There’s a brother in your family, But their color is all you see. “Let them kill amongst themselves,” You claim, yet you have killed as well. Brighter days may come soon. That’s what they said, last month and June. And if one thing we know for sure— August is hope’s current cure.