
Here Where the Heat Is
Here, where heat seeps
through stones,
and shadows wedge
into the hours,
and air hangs spare
and paper thin,
here we nap
in near-dead sleep.
I’ve recycled the phrase near-dead sleep because that’s the way a nap feels in 33.6° heat. Shared with #APoemADay on Twitter ©Misky 2021
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