tropical
not really

I’m simply thinking of the song
that folk like me
who
don’t care for big heat
are thinking of
that’s all

today is a matter for endurance
which
somehow I think cheats
the gift
of the day

and isn’t there more
I should do than
simply
get by
moving slowly like
reptiles after lunch
or us
except
and except
the reptiles look for even hotter
blank spaces
say
on rocks
by which to sleep and risk
the afternoon

sorry
lizard and snake folk
I’m
wanting air-conditioning
that right now doesn’t work
in
my poor place

and otherwise to lie in the coolest place
I know
or
might fashion

and so
a wish you might not want
a cooler day
bless us
everyone

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(it was certainly cold enough in Dickensian winter and there, I’m whining for a fictive place and season

“Heat Wave” a song written by Irving Berlin)

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