The ever light shares its rays.
Humidity secures its ground to high above the roofs.
Temperature’s off the meter and birds no longer sing.
Dogs are nowhere in sight, crickets sing at night.
Cars persist their confident ride and people go on trips in their heads.
I leave traces of salt as I saunter the streets.
But not anywhere can we see salvation to be found.
Yet it is to discover, the heat will keep rising and sun go on shining.
It’s summer in Shanghai and it’s grand.