Like a prisoner Being released I step out To meet sunlight An old friend Breathing hot fire This summer's day.
Rotating blades above me Sending gusts of warm air My side Life without them Unthinkable, Eternally turned on This season As long as Power to run them Is supplied. A groaning sound They make A sound of life For me For, no power Means to all of us A total standstill Of life.
Is it summer yet? It isn't supposed to be. Why is it so hot then? Why do i feel like I am standing inside a burning cauldron? When I walk outside, I pause every hundred metres or so and pant like the street dog next to me. Then both of us(the dog and I) look … Continue reading What the heat?