outside tonight
is the heat; it
wraps my shoulders
like a shawl knit
by white-haired women
who in their circle
hum with soft
gossiping
and the air conditioners
chirp in with a
whirr of understanding.
Sending poetry to the world
outside tonight
is the heat; it
wraps my shoulders
like a shawl knit
by white-haired women
who in their circle
hum with soft
gossiping
and the air conditioners
chirp in with a
whirr of understanding.