it’s hot


It’s hot beyond the door.

stay inside and close the door

light outside belts out a tune

sandy dune gets up mid-June


The sand screams

the sand storms out – no sunscreen.


The sun screams

melts their ice cream

the sand’s cream-hater

the sand’s cremator


the sand’ll scream later

first, find a friggid shelter

save sloppy sand from the swelter

that dire dune that’s dad’s delta


here comes the icecream man

his van iller than the sun’s sucker straw

berry allen couldn’t scoop sand up that chap

raisin the bar. board early, chalk-o-late. take notes

as the cone man’s car-a-more with guts

scoops up the Coco gnats – the sand is nuts