Sweltering Hot
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The temperature soars;
it's so sweltering hot
relief is sorely sought;
for sweat doesn't drip; it pours,
under a sun-baked sky,
in the heat Summer wrought.
The beach is bittersweet,
where water versus sand;
and the sun burns the tanned
wading in their bare feet;
trying to beat the heat,
for swimming has been banned.
August in the city
is bereft of pity.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2021
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