The apocalypse is forecasted and forgotten the next day.
Saying the heat advisory has been extended until…
And then again, air quality alert, extreme flooding alert,
A 200-mile long dust storm, also known as a “haboob”, swept over New Mexico last week…
No rain for ten days.
After multiple days of relentless heat in much of the Midwest and Northeast…
You can see the heat now, steam rising from the pavement,
The heat is hitting early in the summer, making it more dangerous…
And I still celebrate Litha, sweating under the light of the sun,
Experts are expecting a lot of storms this year…
Walking to the park, sweating off lotion,
Protesters also sprayed two private planes at an airfield, …
Taking in the sun as the pond level lowers.
I can’t feel the earth anymore, feet touching the ground,
Flooding rains are expected to soak South Texas today…
Strawberries climbing up the trees.
If you’re at risk, click here to better protect yourself!…
I don’t think our ancestors would be celebrating the sun now,
– and coastal towns throughout the U.S.- as sea levels keep rising…
Because every month, the day gets longer.
More than 1,000 hajj pilgrims die amid temperatures approaching 52C in Mecca…
The pond looks more like a swamp these days and the squirrels drop out of trees
Your city’s life threatening heat risk here…
As I keep going to school, keep talking about the future,
Extreme heat is pushing India to the brink of “survivability” …
Watch another set of metal chairs burn on graduation.
I do celebrate the solstice, I still do,
Southeast Asia is enduring a brutal, record-setting heat wave…
But soon, the power might be too much,
Wildfires burn at least 15,000 acres in California…
Too much sun for this, and I’m still saying, lord, thank you for life.
Trees get cut down. Butterfly bushes burn.
Almost headline: twins found dead in house after heat wave.
Twin breaks, for a moment, cries to mom on the phone
And tells me she always thinks she’s going to die,
Because the other day, by the creek, a squirrel fell next to us
Claws out, heat too much.
This winter: 50 degrees on Christmas, and we go to the woods,
Run into an old woman, who talks about the lovely weather
As dad says the flashlights are in the basement.
The solstice comes and the solstice goes and the clouds cover the sun,
Our power is gone and the man across the street
Is watering a pesticide covered lawn,
So his grass is always green,
And using a sprinkler.
Last dance to celebrate the solstice, barefoot on the driveway, only when the sun sets.
The next dance will not be a celebration-
It will be a plea.
