Grass crackles under feet,
hair like hay in this heat.
Wetness pools underarms,
Eau d’ Sweat doesn’t charm.
Rush inside for cooling drink,
central air is on the blink.
Lemonade made with ice,
would be better if it’s spiked.
Freezer has ice cold air,
I think I’ll keep my head in there.
Husband wanders in the room,
laughs out loud–who’s this loon?
Hair and eyebrows frozen stiff,
I dash outside till air is fixed.
Pavement hot, bare feet sizzle,
I dance and jump and do a jiggle.
Race back in and heave a sigh,
day is done, and so am I.