The air crackles, thick
With the smell of chargrilled burgers
As children scream, sprinklers
Chasing them around back gardens,
Knowing there’s no school tomorrow,
Just an endless run of days
Each kissed by sun aggressively,
It burns with such ferocious force
That only mad dogs and those Englishmen
Will play on fields no longer green
But scorched an ugly brown
The only respite found is underneath
Those weeping willows, casting shade
As little toes splash in the shallows
Wishing that they could wade deeper in
Escaping heat that quickly eats us whole.
Margot Kinberg
I’ve been hearing and reading about how awful the heat’s been there, Rachel. I feel bad for you, and I hope it cools soon. In the meantime, I’m glad for sprinklers, ice cream, cool showers, and shade trees…