heavy clouds rumble
citronella candles gutter
mosquitoes whine
sweat prickles
scirocco
Scirocco
from southeast horizon no air stirs
on the darkest sea clouds foam
thin cotton clings to skin
thoughts refuse to fly
The wind has shifted
The wind has shifted to the south. In the air desert dust drifts; jellyfish tint the greasy sea pink. He knows he should not jump.
simonsalento 