The high temperature today will be 100 degrees, with a 105 heat index. This means I’m likely not going anywhere today — no coffee shop stop, no morning walk, no visiting with people. I’m sentenced to involuntary indolence for the day
Here’s an (old) poem for your viewing pleasure:
Heat Wave in Rural Missouri
The sun burns sagging porches,
bleaching petunias and salvia.
The afternoon gasps its last.
From my window, nothing stirs –
I alone live, breathe.
Swooning,
I spy you strolling through a deluge of rain,
bearing me pansies and muguet,
your bowler and grey linen suit still crisp,
the last mirage before I fade –
Knowing I exaggerate, and my demise
is not imminent in this air-cooled room
does not detract from my reverie.
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Words Like Me 