lights out.

Hummmmmm

of silent night.

Fast asleep

on the phone.

Sunrise ink

draws the horizon

foggy blue.

Eyes still swollen,

from a trail of grit.

Sandman missed his cue.

Cicadas sway on a stage

of broken bark.

Slip and slide

of dewy blades.

Heat wave creeps

over the nape.

Sweaty strands

of hair a paid actor

in the play of humid misery.

Temperature was rising

hours before the power

rebelled.

Dreams don't play fair,

pillows too warm.

The bed, a mold

long forgotten.