There is Heat Here

[Cerise]

Upon being asked in July whether or not is was hot up here in Canada....

 

 

There is heat here

 

There is heat here

though the stubborn set

of our winter guests

may boast otherwise.

 

 

There is a scorch of pavement,

the waver of brick

and dust in

a sun baked street.

 

 

There are arms reddened to

a dangerous rose colour,

white shirt straps mapping

the lines of modesty.

 

 

There are pale sunblock splotches

flowering across a browned back,

the fevered hum of cities reduced

to a writhing insectian hive

 

 

wings flashing iridescent

in the weighted air – oh

yes, there is heat here.

A collective melting of bodies

that plunge

 

 

into lakes and rivers immersing

themselves deeply feeling

fingers scrape the cool mud

trying to find the place

where water

becomes ice.

[Dark Helmet]

Very nice YES there is heat here! Almonds!