Summer here,
choking heat
forests fill the sky
as ash.
In dead of winter
when I am bundled in sweaters,
nursing hot chocolate
and shivering,
I will remember
sliding open the back door today
and how I was hit with a wall of air
so hot my finger tips feel
they’re glowing like ET’s.
In the meantime,
I’m grateful for a/c
and find typing with
molten finger tips
very interesting.
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Overheating dog
stretching out on the cool–floor’s
better than a swim.
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It’s better because I have poodles, and drying after the swim is beyond onerous! Despite the breed being named for their task of bird-dogging into puddles, I prefer mine to stay dry, and they seem of the same mind!