I hated this prompt. But, I asked Carrie Street what she would write about for this one. She said, “a cool, cool breeze”. So, I did. I wrote about her and a cool, cool breeze.
Cool, cool breeze
for Carrie Street
Late, though light still,
because summer is on the wings
of gulls in the morning,
sparrows in the eve.
You’ve had a stock bad day, plus
your WiFi is out. It’ s too hot to think,
“a record heat day.”
Settle yourself under the walnut,
hide yourself in its shade.
Feel the breeze on upper arms,
lift your chin to catch your face in it.
Let your worries float away,
like pollens this time of year.
Let that cool, cool breeze