Hot today, cold yesterday

the sun is a hammer,
i am an anvil,
scalded and scorched
seared by its sharp edge,

the sun roars today,
at a boiling pace,
and the bright May winds
have brought
the red-legged wasp
and the yellow-banded bumblebee
from out of their
winter dens,

but where are you
whom i no longer even know?

1970