I’d like to see some turn in the weather, 
the vane point north for a change. 
This would be the season for it.
Weather crazy as a June bug,
as the old timers used to say. 
Are June bugs especially loco?
Any more ridiculous than cicadas, or cockroaches?
Does a heat wave drive bugs insane?
What if I was to bug you?
Is the overwhelming desire to nibble your ear 
proof of climate madness? Or that my fingers 
are loony for the silk of your blouse?
You know, it’s never too hot to fool around. 
And there’s a cube of ice in my mouth.