The Coming of Summer
This strip-tease - a hundred and one degrees,
heat falls in languid waves from her fingers,
only to rise and hover in a shimmer above the dirt.
This is: too hot to press your palm to,
a baked-earth insult to the soles of your feet.
Search for a moment of respite
at the bottom of an ice-filled glass -
but even that will sweat.
The only relief is in a cold shower,
an air conditioned breeze on tender skin
and a sigh of self-satisfied wilt.