My toast is green
I’m not surprised
the ants dare spurn it
(and you all know
what rhymes with that
–but I didn’t burn it).
It’s Northeast August:
the heat’s been wet
the wet’s been hot
now I’m extra-
I’m not actually kidding about any of it — but at least I’ve found a color-full title for my poetry book.
Husband served for two years in the Peace Corps in Thailand. He once said, “Oh, yes, the humidity was constant, but you get used to it.”
This man has also eaten insects. (And didn’t hate it.) Not sure he’s credible.
I’m okay with seeing Summer’s end — though It’s not like I can store anything valuable down cellar in our other 5 seasons, which I found out that first year with the built-in bookcases down there that had me so fooled..
Someone really should’ve labeled them: “For Painting Supplies, You Dufus.”
Well, there’s another potential title..🤔 Perhaps the day is shaping up!
Hope you’re neither hot nor humid. Green’s okay, though — I’m used to it.