Hot, Hot, Hot - Poem by RIC BASTASA

it is hot outside
temperatures are rising
i am sweating
and i am also hot
for almost everything
you see
it is like a stone
surrounded by sand
the sun is up
and there are no trees
no grass
no grasshopper in sight

there is fuming in my mind
i am bursting
with steam

i send out a scream
' i am alive! ! i am fuming! !

i am human.
Now the world is listening.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 19, 2012

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