The Weight of Water #21
The bulk
of a large bag of ice
across the gas station parking lot
is worth
every ounce of its burden
as I slip
open
the plastic top in a rush
to drop a couple of chunks down my shirt
squealing
sweet
relief
as the thermometer nears a hundred
again.
again.
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Nice, kinetic weather report
This poem gives me chills!
Ah yes! Right there with you!