“It’s a nuthr hot un” the old man said. “Yup” agreed his friend. Silence spread from the porch as the men stared off into the future.
Walls are in the news.
Metal, chain linked, or just stone,
A wall of daisies.
Summer rain pours down,
Last Sunday there was too much heat,
Is it climate change?
Feel the earth and sky, relax.
Worship the sun, relax.
Roadside plum blossoms
Farmers plow dark fertile earth.
Winter’s wind now gone.