Having a heat wave The trees are sweating and the flowers are thirsty. My eyelids don’t want to cooperate. Rocks seem to bend like water. Minutes and hours are… sticky. It’s a thumping pulse of worry on a late July day. Share this:Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related
