It was unbearably hot
Unbearably
humid
Even
breathing was exhausting
Overcome
with fatigue
I
parked my jeep at the roadside
In
a shaded spot
I
recline my seat
And
pulled my hat over my eyes
And
tried to grab forty
My
shirt was soaked with sweat
And
stuck to me and the seat
It
was no good I couldn’t sleep
It
was the constant noise
But
not from the traffic
Rumbling
by
It
was the birds
Squabbling
parakeets
Hundreds
of them
Chattering
and squawking
I
gave up trying to nap
And
got back underway
You
come to expect this
Next
to an Australian highway
But
not parked in a lay-by
Next
to a reservoir in Staines
