Transcendental Sonnet #1409:
Hot

Some few still say of global warming: no such thing
But I can hear alarm bells sounding: ting-a-ling
And it is a hundred and two on my front porch
Somehow right now as I watch global warming scorch
My neighborhood with understood immediacy
I would say this theory feels like reality
To me but please I am not looking for a fight
With touchy and defensive people on the right

Yet right would seem a relative term in this case
I am no scientist though and I leave with grace
Taking cold showers and saving my flowers from
Present climate changes and as for those to come
Good thing for me I am so sensitive to cold
It looks like I will still be hot when I get old

+Steven Curtis Lance



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