Long Hot Summer Poem by Linda Hepner

Room to room.
Hot air.
Stifle.
Escape.
Don't roam, go home.
Back to car.
Car battery.
Car won’t start.
Loose screw, loose connection.
Seat too laid back.
Strange scent.
Who’s been sleeping in my car
said Mother Bear.
Man came, turned key, engine started
miraculously.
Man said: Lay,
Lay, lady, lay a new battery, lady.
Sat down, hand on shift.
Drove down home and
air cooler was
finally,
mysteriously,
working.