Hot Head

Beads of sweat build

On the surface of my face.

Eyes sweat filled.

No signs of shade.

Sun beams down,

Surprising me often.

It comes around

As my skin softens.

Oh, heat! Give me a break.

I’m becoming a hot head.

The sun I cannot shake

Turns white to red.

Oh, heat! Please be kind.

I sweat and I sweat.

Oh, sun! You’ll be fine

For it is time that you set.