The world is on fire 

Will I burn too? 

When I wake up tomorrow 

Will the sky be blue?

Hazy heat, a double-edged sword. 

Frigid cold can’t touch my bones, 

But will the blaze find its way?

My brain melts in tiny beads 

Rolling down my forehead.

The dampness of spring has long since dried away.

I walk with a blurry gaze,

into the dog days.