To the Shores
In the scorching season,
the ardent sun beckoned
with a spell too fiery to resist.
The heat renders the city mad,
Stranded in the dessert of insanity and soiled democracy.
One-time nomads itching to run their fingers through the sand.
We are called to succumb to the solace of the waves,
and live with sang-froid.
-- Kate Cancio