Desert life
Tucson, Arizona in summer.
I walk out of the airport and
Roll my bag down the sidewalk.
The mid-day sun pushes heat
Right through my skin.
The air shimmers with waves of
Fever from the scorched earth.
The breeze is the devil himself
Laughing in my face.
My eyes squint from the glare
Despite my polarizing shades.
I stop and watch a man
Working construction,
Standing on a steel I-beam
Above me in full sun,
Thick protective clothing - Welding.
Sparks from his torch shower
Down like exclamation marks,
Fiery punctuation.
You want to talk
The definition of hot,
This is it.
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