Wilyem Clark
07-24-2016, 01:22 PM
Everything burns in summertime:
Loaves in artisanal ovens blacken,
Skin on road repairmen blister,
Engines fail, rails buckle,
Transformers burst, poolsiders swelter;
Tempers top the thermal charts.
It's hard to tell—is that the smell
Of a charbroiled steak or a building on fire?
The sky is the serest sort of blue,
Both full of H-too lovely-Oh,
And as dry as a crater on a Mars-lit moon.
A lassitude pervades every being:
Birds opt to walk instead of fly
(For the sun can melt one's wings, you know),
Squirrels crawl, rabbits hold their ground;
The halest of our marathoners
Puff and pant at the least exertion.
O where are yesterwinter's snows?
They fed a lush spring, but nothing more,
And the wind serves only to usher in
Another wave of abominable heat.
Loaves in artisanal ovens blacken,
Skin on road repairmen blister,
Engines fail, rails buckle,
Transformers burst, poolsiders swelter;
Tempers top the thermal charts.
It's hard to tell—is that the smell
Of a charbroiled steak or a building on fire?
The sky is the serest sort of blue,
Both full of H-too lovely-Oh,
And as dry as a crater on a Mars-lit moon.
A lassitude pervades every being:
Birds opt to walk instead of fly
(For the sun can melt one's wings, you know),
Squirrels crawl, rabbits hold their ground;
The halest of our marathoners
Puff and pant at the least exertion.
O where are yesterwinter's snows?
They fed a lush spring, but nothing more,
And the wind serves only to usher in
Another wave of abominable heat.