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Hot (Free verse) by Dovina

Leaves hang limp outside my door. Mountains dissolve in murk. Air clogs in straining throats. Life crawls in sodden heat, while the laughing sun turns Fahrenheit degrees, tighter,like a vice; and a watched sun never sets. As evening creeps upon us, the vice reluctantly loosens, giving in a bit, first under thirsty trees, then the shaded road, and for a little while, we sleep. But the smog is mostly gone, having lost its fifties hold. The globe is warming, scientists say, and if they’re right, the children pay.

Dovina 1-Aug-06/1:05 PM
The 1950’s in Southern California were a time of excruciating lung pains from smog. So thick was the toxic haze that the government issued “smog alerts” and advised everyone to stay indoors. Those days are gone with the advent of air pollution controls. The other interpretations of “fifties” are understandable to anyone from other parts of the world.

I don’t quite understand the problem with “loosens” though. Thanks for the comment.




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