Too Hot
Here in the garden
Waiting for the muse.
But it’s far too hot.
Even the songbirds
Seem too tired to sing.
Gentle breezes
Turning sun shade,
Take the edge off
Searing heat wave.
My deadline
Passes by
As I doze.
Phone rings,
Wake up
Sacked.
20th May 2020
Diminished Hexaverse Contest
Sponsor - Emile Pinet
Copyright © Bryn Strudwick | Year Posted 2020
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