A bee buzzed and circled the potted flower by the window,
The leaves of the flower bowed from the burden of the oppressive heat .
Bored, the bee flew out.
I watched the blades of the broken ceiling fan move languidly,
Having no effect on the stifling heat that held the air in the room in a tight embrace.
Thursday, 10 January 2019
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