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
Image is small portion of a mural by French artist Hugues Sineux. for Go Dog Go Cafe Wednesday Haibun. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter