...twice a week poetry treat for the young and the young at heart...
This one puts me right in your shoes. It was unbelievably hot and humid in DC yesterday. It even felt hard to breathe. The elusive puddles definitely outdistanced by resolve.
Humidity is the worst - like breathing through a wet sponge. I hope you find some cool relief soon, Liz. =)
I love the image and the tone of your haiku, Bridget. I don't like walking in the heat either.
Thank you, Laura! The heat can do strange things to your eyes and head. =)