
Hot Nights
Warm nights keep us up - we enjoy the balmy air.
Hot nights keep up up - we are never prepared
to sweat while sleeping. Before we never cared.
That's when the power was on. Then we fared
Better while sleeping. Before the war, unaware,
Warm nights were quite OK. And hot nights, fair.
Hot nights keep us up - we must retreat to roofs
To sleep. We are not prepared, not bulletproof.
We'd sweat out life up there - we might go poof.
When the power is on our sleeptime's foolproof.
Now's the war. Some souls sleep eternally, aloof
to hot, warm, or cool, unaware and weatherproof.
copyright 2007 by Carol Gee
Cross-posted at Southwest Blogger.
My topical post today at South by Southwest and The Reaction is about the color of advocacy.
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