Content warning: This poem is about the ongoing heat in Europe. I strike an optimistic tone toward the end, but if you would prefer not to read about the heat, I offer you one of the Scottish poems I have written in stead.Nature’s weary tears fill the air;invisible, warming.Relentlessly, days proceed.Hours pass; Celsius rises.Midnights: warm like day.We stay inside.Blinds closed, water glasses full, cookers off.Flowers bloom early.Eyelids weigh; we yearnfor rest that does not come.Heat ravages the continent.London is Rome.Roads reduce to liquid, power lines sag:infrastructure is under stress.Headlines depress.Hope: We come together, reachingwith open eyes.Her resiliency:Our future? Scottish poems I have written in stead
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