A morning’s mad swirl in the heavens
opened to an infinity blue sky. The suns
hardened steel and lack of compassion
spread a wide blanket of heat. Dogs sought
shelter. Umbrellas create a walking shade.
Dusty curtains attempted to block the
incessant light. An army of sunglasses
walked tormented paths. Everyone feels
the growth of sweat as their insides boil
to the surface. Car seats and door handles
spark with a fire pain.
It’s the season of heat. We will miss it
when it snows.
Roger Singer 