We endure the heat, and
we wait. The sun steady
in its track. Vicissitudes
of light, shadows thinning,
growing long. We endure
and wait. Salvation in
the hour before the hour
before dusk. The seedlings
come twirling down,
skittering along the street.
The shadows quiver like
benevolent ghosts. The trees
cackle their sussurant laugh.
And we, impatient, sentient
beings, wish time to be inert.