LXIII: The Seven Days of June: vi

Water

And still, within the shade, that air—it bakes!

I thought I’d took a heat-hid route this way.

No man, e’en in the dark, a cool day makes,

for even here’s th’ untethered god of day!

But there’s a potion that’ll do you good

against his presence and his heavy gaze:

take with where e’er you venture if you would,

a draught of water ‘gainst these deadly rays.

So mollified from poisons of the Sun,

th’ elixir, like a Valk’rie for your soul,

on down your parched throat do her horses run,

to vanquish dusts and sores on her patrol.

‘tis safe to say I quite enjoyed a drink.

I’ll not take her for granted more, I think.