We're back in the kind of heat
that bakes the days and leaves
the air trembling even after
the sun has fallen to the west.
Every action, every thought superseded
by little tasks to keep the heat
out--window open, window closed
blinds down, awning out
stumbling around the darkened rooms
working in the computer's glow
with lights off all day. Along
with the heat I have banished
circadian rhythm in a trade for
air that moment by moment
loses the cool we coax inside
in the hours around dawn.
Outside, when I dare, fries my skin. Precious
shade is indispensable also for my car,
which suddenly I love--my one and only
possession that can blow cool air.
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