Ballet.
Now the dancers,
costumed, made-up, eyes closed,
rehearsing mentally
whilst waiting,
standing in the wings.
Waiting, whilst mentally rehearsing.
Closed eyes.
Made-up, costumed dancers.
Now -
The Ballet.
Ballet.
Now the dancers,
costumed, made-up, eyes closed,
rehearsing mentally
whilst waiting,
standing in the wings.
Waiting, whilst mentally rehearsing.
Closed eyes.
Made-up, costumed dancers.
Now -
The Ballet.
99 Degrees, just wait.
Leaving the A/C of the office I
Close the door and start the car.
Breathing deep the hot air, windows closed
Fan off, I am endothermic.
I am sweating now. Dripping.
Letters ooze out of
Pores. My shirt is stuck
To me, stuck to this image.
Turning North the sun
Irradiates my left arm
I know the signs of heat stroke.
Words drip, formed from
Sweat condensed across
My back.
I should cool down but,
She will be sweating too
When I pick her up.
Demi-plié, assemblé,
Pirouettes will ooze grace
From her feet.
The steering wheel
Pirouettes in my hands,
Almost too hot to touch.
Now all the stanzas cling
To my jeans and my
T-shirt and matted hair.
This fire, this
Energy has run its
course, entropy flows.
Closer to the studio
I give in and hit the button
That brings cooling air.