Heat wave haiku
Forecast colors red bougainvillea to burn, pink palms hover over
This poem has a haiku form, a combination of moment and emotion in 17 syllables.
Summer is a beautiful time in Los Angeles for natural beauty: flowers, fruit, cacti, trees, gardens, parks alive with heat. I also see people passed out on sweltering asphalt street corners unable to survive the heat any longer. This dichotomy is a symptom of every urban space I’ve ever been in, with our “palms”—hands, plants, hair, held—to guide us.
Fashionably, Ricky
You are a brave man relying on my ability to pronounce bougainvillea to understand the rhythmic subtleties of this haiku