Written for: dVerse Poets Pub – Haibun Monday #17
Write about summer heat
Cement sidewalks appear
a rippling oasis. Trash cans
standing outside shops
for pickup, smell a combination
of rotten eggs and dead fish.
It is not Friday, so he cannot lose
the tie. Too casual for Wall Street’s
crowd. In his neighborhood, children
race in and out of open fire hydrants.
He mops his forehead, longing
business people gripe
sidewalks are scorched with heat
offices are air-cooled