Just in time for the weekend...

Now that the heat wave has abated, I can write the poem about it I've been contemplating:

Late July

The heat
hangs in translucent sheets
strung along a line
of streetlamps
shimmers in headlights
blankets buildings
embraces me as
I alight from the bus
and slows my walk
up the street
toward home.

July 29, 2005

Find some poetry or music this weekend!