Ungrateful heat

free verse fable

Photo by Marcelo Novais on Unsplash

This acrid scent

of bitumen and dust

exhaling from the

weary street.

That cricket’s

schizophrenic chirping.

This undaunted steel,

patiently surrendering the rust,

and now,

even more now,

while it is raining

few drops

as a misery

after so much panic,

confined in a corner

waiting for peak to pass by

and drops overwhelming

this ungrateful

heat.

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