pgh. june day 6


hot day
hot day anywhere
real hot for here.
if gramma was alive she'd
be sure it was an omen
a sign , a death for sure
even a hangnail in
gramma's mix of old world folk
sprinkled with latin catholic
meant something

bad ju ju even a blind man could see.
the sky a hazy grey
steel with humidity beads pooling .
ah, a bit of blue peeks at me,
like a bratty sibling spying
from behind a corner
sticks out a tongue of fire.