Maria De Angelis

That was one sultry, hot, steaming summer,
When the night was as hot as the day.
We looked for breezes and blue skies.
But the effort stung our eyes --
All we could see were glaring haze and white-hot flames.

How could love ever bloom that hot summer,
With our lips and our senses parched like hay?
As the sun sun seared the arid ground,
One thought kept going round and round:
Is the world facing one long, hot summer day?