The hot sun beats down on my neck
this sticky sweet popsicle heat.
My destination is still blocks away
My mouth and nose are dry
and my shirt clings to me with sweat.
I can see the park now
my pace is slowing
I cross the street,
My feet leave the pavement
for cool grass and dirt.
Soon I am on the swings,
My destination all along
and the heat disapears on the breeze.