Sweat in July Modern Poetry

under the scorching sun,

scalding sweat

flowed into my eyes:

blurred my vision

but it didn't hinder

the operation in my hands

The sleeves of work clothes

wiped away the sweat

but it couldn't eliminate

the sour sting of sweat stains < Be sure to be safe

wet

white work clothes

It is wet and dry

Dry and wet

All wet and cool

Eliminate the annoyance caused by the little

heat

The speeding wheels

gallop

urging

to cooperate

with us.

I go out early and come home late

I go home at midnight

I'm afraid to wake up my wife and children

I'm standing alone on the balcony

looking at all the lights

maybe

my brothers

on the front of the peak summer

.