i used to look forward to the silky sky blue that
came each september
it’s lighter than a summer blue and
deeper than icy blue winter
but ever since the world caught fire, its
cooling, calming color is veiled
by a filmy yellow haze.
it hovers over another month as hot as the last.
[+stanza?]
oh who cares.
it’s too hot
.
and
one fine autumn morning —
cockroaches stopped dead
too hot to carry on,
carcasses left to bake in the sun
that rises over a dewless lawn
