August 7, 2015


Though the longest day
has passed,
we awaken still to heat,
each day hotter
than the one before,
this morning already
too hot to touch,
like a panhandle
one had forgotten
in the rush to the table.
We're content to stay
indoors, condensers choking
the street with noise,
everyone's AC loudly on.
I remember this roar
last year, all of us
sticking close to the TV,
watching the latest warning
crawl across the screen,
getting bigger
by the quarter hour,
as if it were already
here, approaching 
around the corner,