Too hot

  Too hot to move

From one sofa to the bed

Even the buzzing flies

Are quiet under the verandah

Only the purring of the fans

Is heard in the lead silence

Of a mid afternoon

Siesta is officially 

The new sport

The dog and the cat

Are spread on the cool tiles

A few feet apart without quarrel 

Toys are thrown across the floor

Can't be bothered 

To pick them up

And put some order

The world has slowed down

Life goes on in this manner

All are waiting for the change

To speed up and catch up

Listening to "Baby it's cold outside"

One cool song to trick one's mind

For there isn't any refreshing thought

Powerful enough to counteract

When the cold water tap spews steaming water

Too hot to bother really

For the night will be restless

Tossing in a never ending spiral

On top of the bed.

Lucette C. Bailliet

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