oh this heat
makes me feel
like a chunk
of molten rock
cause damn, it’s hot
too hot for dogs
roads scorching paws
it’s way too hot
plants on the roof
wilt leaf to root
cause it’s so hot
pigeons from church
splash in dogs’ water dish
poor things are hot
even a breeze
offers little relief
it’s just as hot
cats hide in the shade
even kids won’t play
cause fun it’s not
the piazza’s deserted
espresso rejected
it’s far too hot
forecasts are gloomy
like sweat sticking to me
hot days won’t stop
take a ride on my bike
not in this torrid life
that gal, I’m not
a short, little stroll
beads gather, sweat falls
it’s fucking hot
serpentining down streets
seeking shade from the heat
but there it’s not
gonna stay here inside
cause there’s nowhere to hide
like it or not
cussing the sun
even after it’s down
it’s still too hot
there’s no release
when all round keeps heat
cause hot is hot
forests burning, people dying
warning signs they keep denying
it’s too damn hot
the world is on fire
like an effigy pyre
it’s hellishly
horribly
hot.
Dog-eared Stories by anne celano frohna 