It’s a hot midwestern day,
though I thought the rain would cool it off.
I work in a warehouse,
bay door open,
humidity weaving its way toward the back
where my station stands.
I sweat.
Will I miss this heat come winter
when I do my arrangements in a coat and gloves?
I don’t remember from last year.
I didn’t work here the year before that.
This winter, I will find out.
Photo by Greg Rosenke on Unsplash
The Yellow Brick Ave 