the sun like a radioactive lozenge
dispels the illness of shade that lent the climb
an illusory chill. Stomach recoiling
from exertion and heat, legs withering --
who would choose this unlikely occasion
to meditate on the nature of things?
Some tiny creature, mad with wrath,
Is coming nearer on the path.
Writer, lawyer, cyclist, rock climber, wanderer of dark residential streets, friend.