The Intense Light

Without clouds, it’s like July

Nothing in the Sun’s intensity is shy

An August plague is still there:

Wasps are everywhere

@D

The Festival

Thirty years ago, today’s heat would be called intense

Multitudes of tourists, vehicles, wasps

Discomfort that clasps

Leaving the city center was a relief, in a sense

Even when a performance did speak to the sense

@D

 

Wasp

Their presence has become rare

Yet, around stores for fruit, fish, pastry

We see them fare

As wasps do: Quite happily

@D