Hotspot Poem by Dorsey Baker

Hotspot



Sweaty hips
Sticky thighs
Bathing themselves
In deep pool heatwave

Ice mountain
Muggy meltdown
Misty morning raindrops
Wet thirsty ground

A cool breeze
It's fever lingers near
The old wishing well
Dark cloud make
An angry sound
Disturbing the murky skies

Always close to death
No matter
Where you come from
Or where you live

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