Swelter I
The elusive sun is felt more thans een
but found us it has, of that there is no question.
Before us, a shimmering row of cars forms a jam,
little ovens baking people as far as the eye can see.
It’s high noon, in the height of summer:
High time for some highly anticipated unwindation
as traffic grinds to a halt yet again.
Five more hours of this yet to endure.
Hey look, one down already… bye lowness.