It was about that time when
he knew it was about
Waves of heat wrapped
themselves around the throat
of a late morning.
He stretches out his arm to
catch some summer, letting the
hot breezes twist through his fingers.
Sometimes hearts rattle like
the car door that, offered
enough reprieve from the summer
heat, shuts itself outright in annoyance.
Distance, like an angry hornet,
intent on its aggressive intrusion
pushes against an unyielding window.
But, given the panic level, he relents
and opens up again to the outside
where it too was vulnerable,
And once more
a day’s penumbral gifts,
restless like the dandelion fields
become like they were before –
and he starts the car.