Lines for a June heat wave — Summary

Dave BontaContemplative

A half-grown groundhog — “Wait while I get the camera,” I say, & it does.

Recognized by its glide, the first monarch butterfly back from the south.

In the air-conditioned mall, the plastic flowers are safe from the blistering heat.

Drinking from a tap in the base of an old elm, a Penn State squirrel.

I run into someone I first met 17 years ago, in cicada time.

So good, I don’t want to finish it: fresh strawberries sliced into stewed rhubarb.

Inside the package stamped “Royal Mail,” a book of small stones.

Driving the tractor into the woods, mountain laurel blooming above the roar.

Back from mowing, I find a ground beetle trapped in the kitchen sink.

A game in a dream: no one knows the rules, or how to win. I wake to heat lightning.

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Dave Bonta strings together a series of brief snapshots from a hot June, each one a moment of attention rather than a story. A groundhog seems to obey a request, a monarch butterfly is spotted by its glide, a squirrel drinks from an old elm, a beetle is stranded in the sink. The speaker sounds relaxed and quietly delighted, someone who lives close enough to the natural world to notice its comings and goings.

There are touches of humor, like the groundhog that politely waits for the camera, and the plastic flowers "safe" from the heat in the mall. That joke gently points to the difference between artificial comfort and the real, blistering season outside. Other moments are sensory and warm: strawberries sliced into rhubarb, laurel blooming above a tractor's roar. The final dream, where no one knows the rules, ends with heat lightning, leaving a faint unease. Overall the mood is observant, affectionate, and a little dreamy, as if the heat slows everything enough to see it.

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