November Heatwave 2nd version

The gardens of the Alhambra

Black lemon tree lace

Criss-cross an immoderately blue sky

Soft-footed grey creatures

Of unfathomable wisdom

Slit-shut their eyes

Against the harsh sunlight

While I keep mine open

Wide, wild, willing

To catch every ray

My north-poled heart melts

An icey pond exposed

To a November heat wave