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Some Will


its hotter in town
than it is in hell

the sidewalks are heated pans
the grasses toasted brown
the breezes are hot blasts
the wind cooks the air still

the sun sits low owning the horizon
sullenly emitting its blazing fury

how nothing feels brief
interminable
it and we all go on and on...

tomorrow arrives
with  more of the same

weather forecasting
like a fortune teller:
some will perish
some will sizzle and fry

some will pray for a snowflake
maybe a dash of winter relief or
for that a bucket of ice cubes
might fall down from the sky
to quench our misery and
cool our impatient hearts,
swollen heads, hands and feet

remember
how we were plagued and plunged into
last year's deadly winter
now how we're plagued once again

pick or chose your poison
bear what the seasons bring
or dream of a distant oasis
or an island in the tropical rain




June 24 2017 4:25pm PST
legal copyright for this rant and also for
this writer Melissa A. Howells
and also for this legally copyrighted
site title Meloo Straight From Her Tilt-a-World

re-edited June 26th 2017 for more clarity





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