| Pismire Armies |
- Summer heat slows time to a crawl
As I wait for Hermes to arrive
On winged sandals
With the evening sea breeze in tow
To salt my lips and fan my brow
Cooling concrete walkways
That turn to freeways
For snails to pass over
As pismire armies gather
For the evening hunt
Traffic is pretty light
Anyone got any good cold cherries?
