Walking Home From Town Poem by Gert Strydom

The sulphur sky stretched from horizon
to horizon above me
without a cloud to be seen
or a speck of a single bird,

just the blazing white-hot sun
frying down in the breathless hot air
while we walked from town,
being without a car

and your iris coloured purple blouse
and denim blue mini skirt
more than suited you
and you looked cool as ice

while the sun was squelching me
and little streams of sweat
was running down my face,
my chest and arms.