Heat rises in waves
Crumbled black pavement oasis
Radiates
Windows rolled down
Newspaper blocking
White legs
From the kiss of the sun
Intense.
Machinery rolled back
Like the prices within
Nestled in the open corral
Waiting
And time ticks by so slowly
Like a droning fly that touches down
On hot surface
And meat sits on floors
Shaded by
A dashboard.
The chariots go by
Endless parade
Nameless faces zooming
In and out eager to spend
The green paper or plastic
No questions asked
Doors open
Then close to hold
The coolness within.
He comes then
White haired supermarket savior
Red can of liquid gold to quench
The thirst of the beast
With a smile and kindness
That exudes from sun dampened pores
And as the sun glints off glasses
I smile
Content to spend the day
Here watching the comings and goings
Of typical people
Under a noonday sun
Paced a little slower
Watching summer unwind
In a parking lot beneath blue skies
And cameras that watch
With eyes behind walls
And the roar of the machine coming to life
And the wind blowing through windows to cool
This parched tired soul
With the blessing
Of going home.
Thoughts on sitting in the car at Wal-Mart on one of those too had days to be doing so, waiting for my step Dad the Reverend, come with a gas can to see if the magic elixir will do the trick. It did😇. Thanks G, you are awesome.😇 a bit too hot at 87 degrees baking…but the steaks were good….rescued in time.
Peace, Love and Patchouli 