the stench of sun baked seaweed, midday
and rotting fish, three weeks
fills my nostrils
as I speed through the red light
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.