Heat Wave
Flew home to a heat wave
Though it’s not supposed to last.
The temps down south in Florida
We’ve already surpassed.
I’m usually not sockless
And in shorts the third of May,
But that’s just how I traveled
To my New York home today.
This morning down near Tampa
It was sixty-five degrees
When we took an early walk to town
With quite a lovely breeze.
It’s a topsy-turvy world we’re in
Yet what I find most strange
Are the people who insist that there
Has been no climate change!
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2018
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