In a Hot Country (a warm-up poem)

31 Aug

The sunlight saps, humidity
wraps itself around
the scene

of flattened brown feet,
and faces at ease.
People on stools
hands resting on their knees.

And the ragged dogs loll






h…. h… heat.

Coolness is a luxury

sold in cold drink cans,
a momentary iciness
of mouth and throat.

I doubt anyone here even owns a coat.

3 Responses to “In a Hot Country (a warm-up poem)”

  1. Jerry Pat Bolton September 2, 2010 at 11:29 pm #

    You gave me a picture in my mind as I read this very descriptive poem. Interesting way to get your point across. I looked for a place to “follow” you, but I can’t find where to click.

    • ocksblog September 3, 2010 at 10:48 am #

      thanks! I wanted to write something more ambitious about the role of climate in national temperament, culture, productivity etc but settled for just describing the scene
      I’m not very tech-savvy myself, so I’m not sure about the following part. I just bumble through the blogosphere using about 10% of the software’s capabilities!

  2. Jerry Pat Bolton September 2, 2010 at 11:30 pm #

    I forgot to click on the follow ups, so I had to write another comment

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