It's Still Life

The girls and boys on the corner are all heat. Standing close as grains of salt. Blame it on the weather. And all this rain. Summer just new, and already on the simmer. Keeps climbing like ivy, and when the rain stops, it just continues on dripping like a tap. Those boys’ hands. Those girls’ legs. They tremble like wind. Summertime’s resurrection of wolf whistles.

It’s her bridal heart
He huffed and puffed, blew out a cloud
Hope held in a buttercup