Sweat trickling down my back,
refreshing powder dry skin as we
wade through mid-summer air
liquid, heavy as oven heat.
A warm mare's pungent sweat,
enveloped by wild flower fragrance
and flies swarming like desert dust,
hanging upon deceptive breeze.
Old friend summer, welcome, annoying,
wonderful, enveloping as a familiar lover
demanding as much as I can give then
smiling and yielding more than I ask.