Day Three of the Heat Wave
Seems like a year or two
Sweaty stench envelops you
Your eyes burn, your throat cracks
Your shirt is plastered to your back
Collar wilts, underthings cling
Wasps and hornets look to sting
Dizzy, your brain; your energy drained
Conversations short and strained
For this you yearned all winter long?
Come January ~ Same old Song
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2020
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