humidity – Words and Feathers

Poem 20150719

the air
squeezes you like a hug
in these eighty-plus degrees

and the rain
cold in the heat
isn’t cold enough
to keep you from sweating

the dog
doesn’t seem
to mind walking

and you trudge along
behind to make him happy
because he’s old

the sky a silver grey
with few blue spots
that promised sun

a lie the whole day
instead the air rose like
miasma from a swamp

thick on the skin
thick in the lungs
and still no sign

of the lightning
we were promised