Weather’s too nice for Indiana—
all conversations have ground down.
Who can complain about sunshine
and highs in the seventies? This is August,
for cripes sake, and August should make dogs
have their days with mile-long tongues
and half-naked old men pumping sweat
over mats of gray chest hair while mowing
brown-burnt lawns. Not this year.
Maybe the climate changes paradise
the Midwest into California
dreams—if only the ocean would lap
rust-belt debris under its waves.
Weather’s too nice for Indiana,
but wait an hour, as they say,
it’ll revert so we can take comfort
under winter quilts of complaining.
Great!
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