Hot sun is blistering my shoulders
My dripping sweat stings the exposed mounds
Each breath burns my lungs
My feet are pulsing cinderblocks
She waves at me,
waves away the pain--
a wave of relief
sweeps me off my feet.
Mar 15, 2013
Mar 15, 2013 at 1:22 AM UTC
Hot sun is blistering my shoulders
My dripping sweat stings the exposed mounds
Each breath burns my lungs
My feet are pulsing cinderblocks
She waves at me,
waves away the pain--
a wave of relief
sweeps me off my feet.