Canicule by John Jack Jackie (Edward) Cooper

Shadows on a stationed camion
seek refuge from the heat,
its white carcass attracting them like flies,
the avenue catches fire,
and every car that flickers past
intensifies the flames.
Still, passersby will keep this purgatory 
alive, despite intention to be somewhere —
anywhere inside. I am inside,
my particular hell a place
without love, the longing for, revived.

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