When it’s a hundred-ten degrees
in the shade, hummingbirds perch on the fence in the spray at the edge of the
sprinkler, panting.
A fresh picked
strawberry does for your mouth what a good orgasm does somewhere else.
Bean vines grow fast
enough to make you hear a giant shout “Fe-Fi-Fo-Fum!”
When it’s a hundred-ten
degrees in the shade, honeybees swarm around the leaky garden faucet
.
A frozen water bottle
thaws before you drink it.
A light breeze feels
like a blow dryer.
When it’s a hundred-ten
degrees in the shade, you question the sanity of people who don’t believe in global warming.
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