Hot Day in Lancashire
The birds do not know how hot it is,
bathing in dust while we sip and sweat.
No energy for anger or desire, out breath
is burdened with the secret science
of centigrade, lungs buried alive.
We cannot hurry on days like this….
–excerpt from “Hot Day in Lancashire” in To Sip Darjeeling at Dawn by Donna Pucciani (Virtual Artists Collective 2011). First published in Ellipsis.