The summer blues,
are blistering.
Texas is drying up.
Heat wave sweeps its way
into our hearts
burning
no rain
what the hell?
Hell is on earth.
The world is ending.
One night I am in a deep blue ocean
The next, a dried up lake.
Feast or famine?
It’s 9 o’clock
and still a hundred and 9 degrees.
At least the ocean never runs out.