the burden of light

summer here hits 38 to 40 degrees celsius.
the asphalt roads make mirages.
dogs not meant for the climate, suffer. and
people make homages where the ACs are.

still, everyone is warm
even though most dream less. 
many retire to their fate.

and while all TVs here show melodrama
and people easily laugh, cry and curse
the sunny weather does not 

tolerate stories of a particular kind.
if you were here, sitting across me
we will break open a bright conversation.

and will have to wait for brightness to somber
before telling stories of a dark, quiet kind.