POETRY

It’s getting hot

March 30, 2020

the house is burning

white hot and raging

falling rafters and​​ 

crashing beams

can almost be heard

over my Pandora station

if I turn it too low

by mistake

all that destruction

making me sad

but content that it​​ 

is in the other wing

and not so worrisome

that it interrupts my day

or inconviences my schedule

and I’ve learned that

if I turn down the A/C,

I can really be quite comfortable

and content.

coffee anyone?

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