Hot Morning

This is how I feel this morning. I haven’t written much poetry lately so I’ll free form it for you:

Wake.
Sweat, sticky, muggy, miserable.
Heavy, slow, aggravated.
Useless fan!

Air is thick as a warm wet blanket.
After a shower… Step back in?

Khaki pants and a shirt? No thank you.

Dressed, out the down with office gear in hand. Under my clothes its temperature as it was at half time of a college soccer game under my goalkeeping jersey.

Alas, its only 8:03.

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