My Summer, Your Winter - Sept. 30, 2026

for many of you,

my desert summer

is like your winter

extreme heat is as merciless

as bitter cold, touch the

window’s glass, a slow blister

words get up later

move slower, are lazier

seldom leave the house

speech is hampered

consonants sound thicker

vowels are slurred

a slow sentence might stumble

so, this time of year

poetry stays indoors

I watch them play

some silly hopscotch game,

or is it tag?