Weather haiku
These triple digits!
Air ducts, shoddily designed,
Bring in the desert.
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But then again, even mentioning the weather in this town's like mentioning the traffic on L.I.: since it's so par for the course, it marks one as new.
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Donne & Hopkins on the mind. Batter my heart, three-personed God, sprung rhythm and the like. Which might stem, also, from the heat.
Air ducts, shoddily designed,
Bring in the desert.
*
But then again, even mentioning the weather in this town's like mentioning the traffic on L.I.: since it's so par for the course, it marks one as new.
*
Donne & Hopkins on the mind. Batter my heart, three-personed God, sprung rhythm and the like. Which might stem, also, from the heat.
posted by Wil at
11:05 PM
3 Comments:
And what is sprung rhythm if not good ol' Anglo-Saxon accentual verse extended to five beats?
By
Anthony Robinson, at 10:24 AM
They say the dry heat is more bearable than the humidity of the east coast. What say you?
By
junebee, at 6:13 PM
I say the heat is bearable, if you're inside to the maximum amt. possible & if you have one of those reflective sunshields to place on your car's dash. Otherwise, death.
& those Anglo-Saxons did know their stuff. Very martial work. Very mace-on-shield sounding.
By
Wil, at 8:37 PM
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