There’s nothing unusual about long, hot Texas summers — except that this year’s severe drought has made this one feel particularly long and hot. Indeed, we did break some heat records across the state. But, wait, what’s that? Rain? A breeze? That was the inspiration of this Typewriter Rodeo poem.
It’s FINALLY under 100 degrees!
Do you smell that?
Is it pumpkin spice wafting
through the air?
I’m practically chilled
in this 90 degree night
I can almost taste the pecans
due to this only slightly
drenching sweat
Time to dust off those scarves & flannels
the low tomorrow is 85
It’s finally under 100 degrees
& boy oh boy
do I feel like I’m
coming alive again
The pending thrill
of watching the leaves
slowly
eventually
maybe come December
die…