A preface to today's elegy, which leapt from my fingers, joyful at the attention.
You see, I am one who abhors endless talk of the weather, no matter the season but especially in Bakersfield in the heat. Get over it, we live in Bakersfield. We all know its hot.
Just like I refuse to discuss Sarah Palin or the death of celebrities or whatever makes people's tongues to wag and their Twittering Tweets to 140 characters to bliss, I won't do it.
Something about waking up warm, once again, made me my words burst forth. I giggled my way through this poem and thought, "OK, moratorium on weather ranting set aside on this Independence Day!"
I bring to you, today:
Elegy: Bakersfield in July
If I have to bear another sweaty night
I think I will shoot away bug-eyed fright
The ring of sweat around my tired neck
Has left my being without the smallest speck
Of patience - no optimism in my feet or my crown
Permanent wrinkles show the power in my frown
I know this is supposed to end in an upbeat note
It will: when Bakersfield heat lets go of my throat
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