Oh, to a Summer Day

Rivulets of sweat snake across my cheeks

And create dark half moons under my armpits

As I struggle to process the superheated air

That refuses to move over my parched skin.

The ice cubes in my drink melted long ago

And my sandwich has wilted into a soggy mass

Of some unrecognizable gray slab with

Limp, gray-green leafs of what used to be lettuce

And slices of tomato, going brown around the rim,

And that tastes like a piece of card board.

I should be inside, sitting next to the air conditioner,

But, it quit working last night, along with

The only fan I own.

So, I'll just sit here and enjoy this beautiful summer day.