(13/31) A Poem

13 of 31 - SOLSC 2022

The slanting light through the palms

as the grit blows through the air.

The temperature hops and skips

up, up, and up some more

to then crash down as the wind fades.

Streetlights, moonlight, slanting sunlight

all pass me by.

Sky clears to blue and can be

not only endured, but enjoyed.
Until the heat or the dust take over

once again.