Heat
radiates from progress.
Blacktop and concrete,
redefined oasis,
melting my resolve.
Feet ache as they melt
and meld,
ceasing to be a part of me
but becoming a part of it.
Wishing for rain
but knowing it brings
only brief salvation
as the dial changes
from bake
to poach
and nasty.
* In response to Three Word Wednesday