Haven't been home in the longest time,
didn't know how hot it really was.
Until I walked into my house and felt the sting.
I opened up my window, and instead of cool breeze
got more heat to add toe the lava trickling down my back.
So the inside and the outside, are really quite the same.
I suppose if you want instant gratification, rely on advance.
I hate technology Hate it with a fire.
But I'd trade everything I make with my hands,
for the box that releases the breeze from it's cage.
Author notes
When I was writing this, a blues tune sort of came along with it. Nice photo ea, the little sparrows are cute.
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"for the box that releases the breeze from its cage". You've described that feeling well, feeling that you'd give anything for an air conditioner.
I like this write.
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ah, thank you for your nice compliment. I hate technology too but I would not want to have to live without the old AC on a hot, humid day in Texarkana... luckily it doesn't get that way here where I am, and we live in an old stone building that is a great insulator against the heat. But I feel this poem, believe me, from days when this was not so and all you could do was sprawl on a mattress with the fan on full force.
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