ODE TO THE HEAT
By Arlene Levin (c) 2019
When it’s hot
It’s really hot
It’s hot with no relief
It’s hot in the morning
And late at night
It’s hot with no escape
So we listen for the ring.
But the bell sits silent
Silent in the tower
Waiting for a cooler moment
Or a simple breeze
I remember this type of heat vividly from the many years before we had central AC. I fear to face it again if we ever lose this appliance.
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