Heatwave Ending

Ray Succre

Under one arc of shylight
paused as a crescent miles
off into doll-pupil black,
is sweat sieved through a sleeve,
sweat like pixels in pictures of lakes.

Pores, a
night speck pattern stitch,
finnicky astringed
in wetness, in sulphurous
thoughts come out,
in action, in aching.

One day's burning street
rolls venting through a hill,
the heat into twilight
and cooling, pleasant ground.

Ray Succre
currently lives on the southern Oregon coast with his wife and baby son. He has been published in Aesthetica, BlazeVOX, and Pank, as well as in numerous others across as many countries. His novel Tatterdemalion (Cauliay Publishing) is forthcoming in early 2008. He tries hard. Visit his website for further information.