In Search of Cool

Summer is here

They say heat is good for


And wiggling toes in warm


But ants are trying to tell us


Diligently building mounds of

Dirt between cracks in


It is going to be a scorcher

I think

I do not want to be a prisoner of

The Sun I hum

Left to find a place to hide from

The hurting burn

City shade is sparse

Do you hear the asphalt whispering

Beware of the sweltering black


By maggie d., African American poet, Washington.

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