Sipping a slurpee, Coke-flavored,
in the heat of an evening
true to late spring,
is a feeling fully savored.

It’s humid enough to melt
the motivation from your frame,
but the drive gives a longer aim.
Roads wrap the distance, a belt

of sun-baked concrete.
Windows and glasses block
too little light – don’t talk
about sunburn or you’ll meet

red skin the next morning.
In my cupholder, bliss
to last me 2 more hours: this
frozen syrup blessing.