Monday, July 19, 2010


The undulating heat waves 
rise up from the miles of 
ever-increasing black top,
creating a wavy wall of illusion,
telling us that we are
detached from our world,
safe in our air conditioned buildings
living our virtual lives
until the heat is gone.


TACParent said...

I visualized you walking across the long parking lot, finally reaching your work building and being refreshed by the A/C. I could almost feel the heat and "see it" rising from the hot asphalt.

Dymphna said...


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