The Heat Doesn’t Stop Me
The heat,
sweltering.
My face,
dripping with sweat.
Hair, like a rat’s nest.
Humidity,
causing sweat to drip
down my forehead,
off my nose,
onto the street,
sizzling like a stove.
Cracked pavement,
cracking even more,
from my pounding footsteps.
I long,
for the refreshing taste of water.
The soft cushion,
and the smell of
green grass.
Freshly mown.
The taste,
of barbecue,
but all I get.
Is salt.
Sweat.
The buzz of the cicada,
and lawn mower,
are a drum.
Keeping my pace
steady.
The world flies by,
while I run.
A hazy cloud,
either from my sight
or the murky humidity.
The sun blazes,
Hot already.
six am.
Lungs burning,
legs burning,
like the hot sun above.
It won’t stop me.
It’s just heat.
And I have the whole day
to finish what I started.