Summer’s heat caresses my arms: tensions fade away.
Soft cool breezes soothe my soul.
I listen to the whispers in the wind,
A dove coos raising my hopes
of a breezy, drowsy day.
Here comes humidity,
that unloved companion of Summer’s warmth:
humidity bouncing on my chest
like an obese pup wanting to be loved.
I can’t leave the heat,
I’m embraced by the warmth,
but the humidity’s weight . . .
I am stirred to action:
the chubby puppy is jumping on my chest, licking my face——
humidity is out of control—-
Must retreat
Stepping inside my cool apartment
My fortress protects me from that damp assault. . .
But I still crave the warmth of summer’s touch.
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