Warm breeze, hot sunshine;
the cat sprawls on the wooden
floor - a cold shower.
Sweeter than milk is
a bottle of cool water -
a hot summer day.
Little boy slaps his
forehead repeatedly - the
bug flies off unhurt.
Writing. Another
thousand words. My life is still
an incomplete book.
The end of the day -
memories of the work done
have faded away.
Sleep comes to me now,
softly - like a finger tip
on a snooze button.
Tourists in shorts walk
along the Barbary coast -
the maidens long gone.