In a Blur of Bliss - Aug. 18, 2022

showered shaved

cool under this fan

swirling frigid air

a glass of peach

iced tea directs me

to the sofa

115 degrees outside

trees heat bent

leaves curled

into submission

birds panting

open-beaked

in looking

through the glass

my eyes

like two frosted cubes

start to melt

as that world blurs

into the bliss

of this one