Heat Wave
Words penetrate the canopy
of trees,
hit the ground
with patchwork
shadows
of leaves,
codes of cool thoughts
rustle in shifting light,
filtered sun
on sleepy minds.
Cicadas, desperate, split
the shell
of buried years,
shrill waves
of heat
rise and fall
in brittle air
screaming urge to mate
dehydrates calm,
irritates the nerves.
Stolen fruits of lethargy,
juice stains,
scattered pits spit
through red lips
as time shifts
its arc,
silhouettes of creeping shade
turn the days,
marked by quenched thirst
and lost phrases.
© 2008 Richard Sidy