in which heat flops

too hot to think

heat flopped

 

onto the ground

and hung around

 

an unwanted guest

with no intention

 

of budging.

not too late she whispers

 

as politicians

slowly wake,

 

send me to the ridges

of the ozone hole

 

I might just

fade away

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