Sweat trickles down tickling the small of my back
and the back of my knees are damp
the buzz of the mosquitoes by the old street lamp
echoes in my ears like needles
the cat strolls by languidly
but not in the mood to cuddle
and uncomfortable heat
threatens to turn me into a puddle
my thoughts confuse
my mind is muddled
rise stick to the seat
and bound to stumble
cursing those with air conditioning
and all the gods who may be listening
Heat wave you have had your way
come back not soon after today...
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