the sun has rung in sick
this morning;
won’t be around today.
its nemesis has blown in
instead,
refuting the rules and roles
of canicule.
shitty sheets of rain
rebuke travelling outside,
ignore the fact
warmth & welcome
were supposed to
report for work.
it is climate change
in reverse,
summer running awol
& winter
out of season.
two upturned umbrellas
dying on the driveway
the symbol of
this existential antipode.