Days Are Stolen

Days are stolen by light begun With the rise of a savage sun; Air drips with a wearying clue To fire roiling down heaven’s flue, And sidewalks haze in summer’s brunt. The city is by heat waves stunned Into dreams of cool hills far-flung. Waking hours are all drowsed through, Days are stolen. Forays outdoor are roundly shunned, Tales of deathly heat wildly spun. Clouds barred from cerulean blue Conspire to stage a drenching coup. By sun and damp in contest hung, Days are stolen.