Monday, July 5, 2010

a poem written on the weekend

a poem

"As Hot As It Was"
It slowed everything down,
Humid night;
Fireworks -- beautiful colors!
Lightning -- a warning!
Individual energy:
pressed down.
Then, the
silvery cool
of flapping wind,
and the cleansing cool
of showering rain,
Showing an idea of cool,
Outdoors.
(Eleven
insect-free
minutes
of
heaven
on my porch,
at the start of the storm [!])
But in the bedroom
on bare mattress,
still wrapped in
"hot and muggy."
Pillow directly under
window ledge
at far corner of bed,
to rest face and wait
for occasional
cool
draft
to slide over
me.
Relief.
4 am. Some
kind of weird lights
in front of neighbors' mansion.
Two sharp lights
ON.
Then gone.
Still hot.
A Diet Coke
from refrigerator;
first, to touch -- cold, damp
aluminum can to my neck;
and second,
to sip --
only a little,
a couple
of times
and then let
the can sit
on the windowsill,
as if to attract
and encourage
cool.
(A "waste" of a can of pop?
Well -- in the morning
it will have to go
back
into the refrigerator
[the cool / cold refrigerator -- Mmmhh],
with a piee of Saran Wrap over top of it...OK?!)
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And later, after
several hours
of Sleep,
finally --
a temperate, not-hot
environment
welcomed me to
Sunday. And
the can of Diet Coke
was still upright
on the windowsill --
untipped
by Cat or Breeze.
When I picked up the can
I was surprised
by how cool
it still was.
Considering
what a hot night
it had been.
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