revenge is heat


In a frozen land

where temps dip

below nothing,

winds whip snow

across roads to

whirl into ditches

in wavy dunes,


it’s a comfort

to know that



the sky is hot

with flaming clouds

and burning colors,

heat waves rise

from soft asphalt

while the natives

and tourists sweat.


(TweetSpeakpoetry prompt, “Hot Sky”)