The calendar says fall but the temperature gauge does not. Is it August again? That was the inspiration for this Typewriter Rodeo poem.
August’s Revenge
i’m so ready, i’ve done the prep
i’ve got my cardigans, plaid on deck
tights for legs, scarves for neck
boots and cool playlists prepped
designs in mind for pumpkins to carve
couples costumes and foliage trips planned
getting lost in the daydream
of that first cool breeze
and auburn leave and long sleeves
as a drop of sweat beads and my face
and this august heatwave whispers
you must wait…