After the storm has passed

 

The sun shine comes after the squall

and then the heat again

the summer interchange

stirring up the air

it gets easier to breathe

after storms pass

making the drudging of rising heat

bearable again

wet street steaming at my feet

moist shirt clinging to my chest

the day passes into night

and I see the stars

and feel their hear, too

if always more distant

and remote.