Heat Island

I walk out for a chocolate bar

Hot 

Ninety if there was shade

The kind of heat that pushes you like an animal

On concrete benches, four women talk about fish

In the middle of a parking lot

Heat island

Mere yards away, green grass sits, spurned

How very human

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