We interrupt this World Watercolour Month for a breaking moan.
Inspired by swollen ankles.
I’ll take a seat.
It’s the heat.
And my feet.
They’re very sweet.
Walking the streets.
In this heat.
And in the mirror, my reflection I greet.
In this heat. I’m the colour of beet.
That’s not neat.
This bloomin’ heat.
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