It’s hot as Hell, this summer day,
as I sit in the back of an open trunk,
on the side of the road,
waiting for a familiar face to remove a flat.

I listen to the birds as they chirp, and do my best to tune out the screams of cicadas
- I get it you stupid bug, it hot, just go extinct already.
I hold my breathe as each car goes by,
and breath in deeply to capture the fleeting rush of cold breeze,
filling my lungs as it washes over me.

It’s days like this I never miss,
I can’t stand the heat, it makes me sick.
But nevertheless, I found that this horrid heat,
brings a certain mind quieting bliss.