The heat rises,
heat waves roll over the street,
car's rush by with engines
roaring, burning smog,
we choke upon.
Summer is on the rise,
cooking the desert like
a pro chef cooks a good meal,
We fry.
Summer is on the rise!
© 2019 By Amanda Shelton
It's hot and I am in pain. This poem is inspired by both of those things. Heat and pain never worked well together, in my experience.