Tuesday, May 20, 2008
it's virginia hot
it's Virginia hot and the Everglades' fires have sent the ashy snow over the town
making it smell like a festival,
but i don't mind sweating while sitting still;
it makes me feel human,
it makes me think of swimming in the Rivanna River at midnight,
steam blurring the treeline,
black snake passing in a figure 8;
when i was still invincible.
the heat muddles our attempts at beauty,
taking the advantage away from the sculpted.
time moves slower,
except for the folks in the air-conditioning who buzz away doing chores
looking out in pity,
at us poor folk plodding in the wet air.
they are crisp,
photo stolen off of mike caron's flickr