Roger Jones

Global Warming

July 29. 4 pm. Temperature: 104.

Loud cicada-screeching in the trees. A hint of breeze.

The sky blue, relatively cloudless (occasional wisps), reflects my heat-staggered mind and lack of energy. I'm content to let the world go on today unremarked.

tap tap tap
woodpecker waits –
no response

Everything looks withered, dry, heat-stressed, droopy. As the climate heats up, experts warn of more radical droughts, higher heat, stormier storms, etc.

butterfly
leaving its shadow
on a sunlit wall