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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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Rico Leffanta

Date: 7/1/2021 11:58:00 AM

Fossil Fuelling Climate Change is the American Way .... Stay cool! Aloha! Rico

Caren Krutsinger

Date: 6/30/2021 11:03:00 PM

It is sad that you had to leave the country but I understand this right now! Stay COOL!

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart

Date: 6/30/2021 5:43:00 AM

Canada can boast a new world record in high temp, congratulations??? Yikes. I am with you there! xomo

Leo Larry Amadore

Date: 6/29/2021 5:16:00 PM

Right on! The heat this summer is unprecedented, especially in the northwest where none would expect it. And yet some insist there is "no climate change." You have pictured a retreat back to the A/C that is probably happening right now, Ilene. Another good one!

Terry Flood

Date: 6/29/2021 2:24:00 PM

Heat! aaahhh... heat. Heat heat heat. I vaguely recall heat. There was some around here some weeks ago but I think maybe it’s been smuggled overseas. Hey... is that OUR heat you carelessly left lying about in the countryside? Well just send it back and we’ll send you some rain... We’ve got plenty. Your poem had a lot of warmth, Ilene. ;-) Terry