The heat is still on for much of Texas. For those of us with indoor jobs or school, it can be surprising how warm it remains even late in the day. That was the inspiration for this Typewriter Rodeo poem.
Summer Living
huddled in my icy, dim cave
the glowing screen
my only light
as
(presumably)
the day goes by, outside
i wouldn’t know
as i avoided the gaze
of that evil yellow eye
in the sky
(how it burns!)
finally, though
my eyes are spinning a bit
in their sockets
my back is hunched
and my legs needs stretching
so i stumble forth
to the front door
by my calculations it should be,
sometime
in the late afternoon
surely, i think
the atmospherics have calmed down
by now
aren’t they tired like me?
so i open the door
and am met
with an implacable wall
of heated air
so back inside i go…
Produced by Laura Rice.
