Hot and Hazy
by Daniel Kolos
September, 2001
Lightning.
Dry, distant heat flashes,
A distinct streak that trashes into
Hazy, obscure skies.
No thunder, just heat.
I wonder where lies relief.
Most likely beyond belief,
somewhere where 40 Degrees
does not feel draggy and hot,
crabby or not,
but lies near freezing.
Tonight, hot and hazy
means I lie on my cot, lazy,
remembering another life
in another land, a winter night
when I had a drunken fight
and you rubbed snow
into my broken skin
and asked where I'd been?
But all I said was
that I was hot
stripped off my clothes,
pulled you down onto the cot
and talked not a lot,
but let my feet hang out
from beneath the sheet
to lower the heat.
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