BROILING SUN

The sun fierce all over the avenue.

Useless to narrow my eyes,

one hand shades my brow.

As usual, I enter a tea house for coffee,

sit facing the street.

A girl stands near the doorway,

her calves slim and sexy.

No idea why she's waiting,

only hope she'll stay.

Her hand gropes in her handbag,

emerging with a small umbrella. It opens

and out she walks

as if into a downpour.