Lori Grosser Rhoden
Member Rara Avis
Fair to middlin'
We broke a new record
at a hundred and ten yesterday.
Five oíclock in the morning
and it is still eighty-five.
Itís been triple digits all week.
The cat sleeps in all day,
not venturing out until evening.
It is too hot for the hounds to bark,
they spend their time following the shade
and drinking buckets of water.
The lawn is turning brown and crispy
but the weeds are flourishing green.
The river that was out of its banks
just a month ago is running low.
Itís too hot for the porch in the evening
to sit and listen to the wildlife complain.
The air conditioner runs all the time,
only catching a break early mornings.
As for myself, Iím hiding from the heat.
I stick my head in the oven just long enough
to let the dog go in and out.
I only sneak to the garage refrigerator
to liberate cans of pop or bottle of water.
It is supposed to cool off tomorrow,
maybe bring some rain.
I might dance in it if it does.
Iím tired of being held hostage by the heat.