Oxymoron

Tonight the heat waves pound
Prophetically on the concrete ground

Baked dry as sun all day
By particles of light that stray

From an atmosphere so vast
That this early summer blast

Is just a side effect of air,
The same way that the flair

Which pushes up green trees
In May provides us with the canopies

That hide us from its light,
Creating from the leafy daytime leafy night,

Eternal mystery and reply
Resting in the crafty sky.

May 24th, 1991
May 21st, 1992