the stench of sun baked seaweed, midday

and rotting fish, three weeks

fills my nostrils 

as I speed through the red light

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The above words are an excerpt from Drive, one of my latest poems. 

Quite apt given my recent road trip undertaken on very hot summer days. Luckily for me I hired a car with air conditioning so we didn't cook on the drive like the seaweed in the poem.

Let me know what you think of the poem in the comments below.