two

the heat pushes
down
on me like
a bucket of steam
sort of like a celestial dog
is just breathing
all over my face.
i ride around in my car
with the windows down
as fast as i can go
and still
the sweat drips
and sticks
and melts me

i miss that cool air
running through those mountain ranges
where you always bring
a
light jacket
and a pair of socks
just in case
and the sun shines high
in that stop-you-right-there blue
blue
bluest sky
and you think
how did those clouds get to be so
absoultely
picturesque
and you never complain
about the weather