Heatwave

It is so hot
the minute hand stopped
to wipe the face
of the clock.

Not an unusual thing to do,
nor was there need
to give it a lot of thought.
In retrospect

maybe it should have considered
the action more carefully.
Here we are
with time on pause,

heat rising from viscous asphalt.
There’s not even a hint of breeze
and the clock has stopped
at 98 degrees.

 

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