Global warming . . .
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When I came here
Thirty odd years ago
We had summers of
Fog
June gloom,
May grey
We never saw
The sun
It was a local joke
Want sun?
Drive to Ojai
Twenty degrees difference
Twenty miles away
Bright sunshine.
Now
Something's changed
It's hot, hot, hot
And it's only
May
We used to go to the beach
On Christmas Day
Just because we could
It was our little ritual
With family
So far flung
Warmer then on Christmas
Than in May
Now it's just hot
My garden doesn't know
What to do
Spring flowers
Used to drippy fog
Are wilting early
I suppose we'll
Adjust -
The outdoor shower
Will be used to cool -
Indoors we'll adjust
Old electrics barely support
The little window box cooler
But it helps if
One gets near enough
Hot flashes have helped
This one learn to tolerate
Extremely warm
Conditions -
Learn to sweat !
Even if genteel women aren't
Supposed to
No one told the
Maker of
Such a requirement
But if it gets any hotter
What then -
If food can't grow?
Tonight I go
To dance some tango
It will be warm
The doors will be open
To the street
Maybe much like
Buenos Aires
People walking by
Look in with curiosity
What is this foreign
Scene ?
Americans dancing
Together
Just as if
They knew
How -
Americans enjoying
Embracing one another
And moving with grace -
And you will arrive late
And I anticipate
Your particular embrace.
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