uneasy under the sun
(maybe a Prufrockian telling)

it’s hot

I drive under the sun
hoping to leave the car
once
parked
to get inside
before the heat
sights too directly and too
much on me while I
in turn am
targeting
the heated keyhole
with
keys already warm
so
it seems
and hopefully soon out
of my pocket
on
their way to
the old
dense
green wooden door of
the eccentric-angled yellow house
with the broken portico under
hopefully
again to navigate
which
is not the heat
but every day

and there it is the rounded poorly-matted
stoop
the lock
key inside beneath the wave

yet
breathing

maybe to sneeze
in fact
from the central air
only on the first floor
not
on mine

(sadly the solar crests do not
engender
mermaids on waved rocks
or
on my street by
sunlit bricks)

c l couch


photo by NASA on Unsplash