It's hot, and it just might get hotter
Someone set the sun on high and forgot to turn it off
It's hot, and it just might be time to take a shower under the coldest water
Colder than the A/C, cold enough to chill even the Farmer's daughter
Ninety-Five was the mid-day high, ninety-two if you had some shade
Cat sprawled out on the porch like an antique tiger rug
Every dog in the neighborhood too hot to even pretend to be dismayed
Hard to make a play when enduring the sun's tirade
Dandelion's in the field drying out before noon
Like the desiccated victims of an army of spiders
Blowheads falling short of freedom as their shriveled stalks swoon
Splayed out in the grass like downed weather balloons
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