Greetings from the Heat Dome

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Greetings from the Heat Dome

I’d rather freeze than burn 
but a forever sun has other ideas 
here beneath the heat dome.
Heaven’s a rainy day in November 
but Heaven’s not going to show 
for 5 months or so.  I endure,
fueled by caffeine and nicotine patches
curtains drawn to close my eyes
sheltering in a machine-made autumn.

I try to think cooling thoughts
but thinking just adds to the heat index.

I imagine myself a nomad, 
chewing on dried buffalo meat
next to a frozen creek
musing on a snowy horizon. 

Here, have a piece, 
and move closer to my fire.
The sun is setting soon.  
We’ll curl up in a buffalo robe
paint a picture of a spring hunt
and count the winter ended.