Hot in the city

Hot in the city

There is a haze

Everything shimmers

Grease bubbles on burned skin

The grime of life

The twist of torn sheets

The winding of tortured sleep

A welter of sweat

Casting a rainbow

As it falls

We are melting

Wax candles

Tallowed

Steam driven

Nobody moves quickly

It slows the blood

In clogged arteries

Coronary thrombosis

Spontaneously created

Damning the consequence

Of indolence

Dreams catch everybody

Unprepared for a change

In reality

It is winter for a while

A Dali clockface

Breaking the spell

Disembodied

For just a few moments

Weightless

Without

A bucketful of sky

Pressing down

Light particles, as sluggish as syrup

Slowing time.

Wading birds struggle

To stand

One-legged,

Toppling over.

Concrete and clay

Searing bare feet

Old dogs stay home

We try all we can

To remain undercover

Sheltered

Thankful for air conditioning

Cursing sun kings

And climate change

For the excessive heat

We play no part in

As the hot air rises

The balloon goes up

Up and away

Until it blows.