So Heavy Was The Air That Day
So heavy was the air that day
So heavy was the air
So hot was everywhere that day
So hot was everywhere.
A breeze
Not yet a cooling breeze
But one straight
Fresh baked from nature’s oven.
Standing
Looking
‘Cross the bay
And high upon the hillsides
A haze
A hot heat haze
Flies slept
Palms paused
No goannas to be seen
And the birds
Dry of song.
The sea
Its siren call so still
The waves
So sluggish and slow moving.
The roads the house and all about
And all about the roads and house
Just hot
Just hot hot hot
Just hot hot hot
With heat.
Tarmacadam
WIith smell like creosote
Whipping up childhood memories
Of english garden fences
And dads working out the back
In cooler summer times.
So heavy was the air that day
So heavy was the air
So hot was everywhere that day
So hot was everywhere.
Would you like a drink my friend?
Some water? Or a beer?
For its not the day for coffee pots
It’s the hottest day for years.
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poem by David Keig
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