The sun is unrelenting: unrelenting, scorching heat. You want me? He asks. Then there you are. It is too much to bear, too strong, like the weight of a man. I don't bear them anymore. Soon I will go in and decide what to do with the unrelenting day. Savagery. Don't worry - it will be gone soon and the rain will come - mad woman sitting out in the noonday sun.next poem