Dropped ice cream—
a wail, then over it
the mother’s roar
inbox zero
still nothing
from god
Dust devil spirals
from tail to tiny jaws—
madness on four legs
Children in the park
swing arcs into the wind
one laugh near, one far
Hostages to the heat
Rain bomb. Rooftops creak.
Ambushed people run.
Night through the window
the last tremblings of traffic
lose to the silence