Jeff Kyser Poet Couplet

Blood Donor

Heat index here of 105,
but I can say that I'm alive.
When starting on the concrete pour,
the sun was barely out the door. 
I finished shortly after noon;
believe me, that was none too soon.
All told, I mixed 28 bags;
my clothing looks like dirty rags.
My setup: mostly in the shade;
by 10 am, that luck had played.
The hardest part, to my surprise:
was all the blood-sucking deer flies.
They must have gotten out the word.
A bit down till a thought occurred:
because they sucked me like a prune,
I shouldn't have to donate soon.

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Gershon Wolf June 14, 2022 at 4:56 PM Love your sense of humor, Jeff, and your ability to find the cold shower in the heat wave. Write on!!! :) gw

L Milton Hankins June 13, 2022 at 6:21 PM Oh my, I can't even imagine what that was like. Sounds like you were pouring a patio. Nope, I'd say you've given enough blood for a while. It was extremely hot and humid here today, but we had a sudden severe thunderstorm about an hour ago. I imagine the temperature has dropped considerably as they were predicting hail. Jeff Kyser June 13, 2022 at 6:40 PM Footers for a pretty big potting shed for Frances... It is still quite hot and humid even now, was up removing forms, and ended up in a full-blown sweat doing very little.