The last time I posted about the unbearable heat at Christmas in Florida, I never dreamed I’d be living in the north two years later. Even though I wanted to move, I didn’t think it would actually happen.
My mind’s been swirling today, and it’s bugging me that it won’t be still. So, I wrote a poem about it on the fly. Hope it sounds okay.
Tears, where are you?
For ten days,
the stress mounts,
higher and higher.
Each incident unrelated to the other.