It's Still Life

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