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- 82 Dog Days (Caniculares Dies) Cerbero, il gran vermo Sluggish flash at the tail end of August— The humid air swaddles soft shocks, Flickers like a light about to blow. A storm promises to wash streaked rust From tin siding to soil. It won’t be long. You’ve walked him far from home and wait. Wind slows, White strobes the horizon, a pause . . . thunder Booms and spools like great stone cylinders rolled. The stifling salt air melts to a thousand Black flecks on pale concrete. Figures dash under Cover as gray drops cascade pebbled cold. Survey the varnished scene like some strange new land: White steam curls up from glistening black tar. Nothing changes in this heat, out this far. ...

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