Monday, June 2, 2014

Lament of the Toasted Crossing Guard



 It's hotter than Hades
And all is not well.
My poor head is pounding
My feet feel like hell

Sweat runs down my curls
Soaking my hair
I'm red as a berry
 (Though shaped like a pear)

It's 28 degrees C.
Humidex 33
Drank gallons of water
Still don't have to pee

 But I'm not complaining
I shall not whine
Not 'til tomorrow
When it hits 39

Glacier Bay, Alaska


Thinking cool thoughts,
Alison

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    1. Thanks. This is going to be my summer poetry slam piece . . . if I ever go to a poetry slam that is.

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