Tuesday, July 28, 2009

a summer's morning

i see faint breaths of clouds in the red-orange warmth creeping silently over the horizon... so faint, it makes me wonder if they are not, in fact, clouds, but rather wrinkles in the back-piling of blistering, scorching heat too anxious to greet us.
then, i feel a cooler breeze off the freshly-watered park, and i remember:
it's only 5am.

still, i sweat.


  1. You're hilarious.
    Can I get a haiku (sp?) out of you anytime soon?

  2. it's been two weeks. WHERE are you?