Heatwave day three Two eyes looked up from the pavement and told the story of death dropped and melted the spine there visible in the pool of a former body Soft summer treat cool relief laid low dripping down the pavement a ghostly outline now to be feasted on by the ants
It’s been a while since I posted anything and what can I say? Life’s been busy. This poem was inspired by a scene I saw on a recent walk during the heat wave. Pictured here:
Heat. Drought around our bodies, around everything we knew. Our eyes on the pavement. Our eyes becoming the pavement.
Ah… the worst thing that can happen to a child. I have suffered through a few “meltdowns” over such things. Although, Tbf, it’s impossible to eat an ice cream cone in NYC at this heat without making a complete mess.