A Hot Sunday Morning

73F early morning--
sign of a hot Sunday.
no rainstorm is forthcoming
until the distant Wednesday.

No plan to go out--
breathless under face cover, 
heatstroke when walk about.
What has become of me?

On a crowded ramshackle bus I used to travel
37C without air conditioning. 
Under the blazing subtropical sun I used to battle
with homework and chores when sweats trickling. 

Why thinking about the past?
Now it's a new kind of struggle.
The pressure of life shifts at last
into new pains of a new riddle. 

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