Poem: Stifling Heat

It's July
but is it wrong
to wish for snow?

One hundred degrees
is too warm
for my comforting hoodie.

Red flowers in green bushes
but my herbs have withered
in this punishing heat.

A breeze is supposed
to cool the brow
but it only feels stifling.

The humidity enough
to make a fish
reconsider drinking the air.

This heat has to break
even as the weather prediction
says 'rain in 4 hours'.

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