HEATING
HEATING
And so we are back to the summertime again,
with lots of folks laid out on the grass just far too drunk for the afternoon
and the age they are.
Grown people playing children’s games
with children watching from the sidelines
all a bit confused.
I bought my third Frisbee in a week
and it was promptly borrowed
and eaten up by a too-branchy tree.
The markets were clustered up
even in the heat and recession.
No auto workers here. No lay offs.
Only vibes, nine dollar crepes, juices made from roots that promise miracles.
I need shoes and shorts
that let my legs breathe,
a shirt that lets my arms
burn in circle cut outs
so everyone knows
how much time I spend near the sea.
I’m driving cross country soon.
Not sure what I will find there
Maybe you?
Maybe someone you know?
Maybe a taste I’ve never tasted.
It’s going to be a hot one.
Hotter than then last.
I can already tell.
I’ve kept the same air conditioner
for five different houses
blowing out five houses worth of air.
And every time
I pull it out
dust it off
and turn it on
It starts right up like clockwork.
Cold.
Steady.
Reliable.