Heat

 

The bitumen and the dry glaze:

heatwave is no respecter of persons.

Every object needs peeling,

eclipse of rational method in lethargy.

Birds stand, their mouths wide open.

Frondy trees wonder how much longer.

Helicopters falling out of the sky (like insects)

and the feeling of a long river writhing through the intensity.

Cardinal rule:

only be your own respecter of person.

As if there were any other choice: go inside the house,

the cool sheets,

the Satie music.

Listen, above the roof, how silent and unbearably bright.