Tuesday, June 29, 2021

One Hundred Four

According to my phone, it feels

Like it’s one hundred four.

The heat attacks the minute

That you walk outside the door.

 

In places where they’ve never

Had to use a/c at all,

There simply aren’t units left

To heed each desperate call.

 

I have a little country house

Where fans once did the trick,

But in this heat we packed and left,

Back to the city, quick.

 

So now in my apartment

I am stuck, but I’m no fool –

I’ve traded in the great outdoors

For someplace nice and cool.

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