HEAT

It's getting hot again,
The summer heat
That stays on your arms
When you are inside,
And rides into your nostrils
When you venture out.
Here, at least,
It will not stick to your shirt.
Here it will stay away
From all your garments
And it will have the manners
Not to moisten your hair.
It is the polite heat
That I could only dream about
In an open window Hawthorn Elementary
When August flexed so drippingly.
This heat is considerate
Of old ladies
And dogs with no air conditioning.
But it is still hot.