Heat Haze (Poem)

Quick one  – draft as always (perhaps, one of these days I’ll show you a before-and-after editing, could be interesting). 

Heat Haze

The parks sit
in themselves,
drenched with a summer rain
that dries
in lines
that rise up
from sodden shoulders.

They listen
to the city
wheezing its way
between the hills,
slipping in the loose
winds that fill
the clothes you left nonchalant
– drying in the infinite
of the world –
as you went
to work.


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