Autumn doesn't seem as cool this year.
The summer heat outlasts November's length.
Threatening rain gives me flash flood fear.
The stillness of the air consumes my strength.
The pungent haze that filters shade from sun
invites its heat which penetrates to bone--
a Houston microwave that gets me done;
Thanksgiving birds here seldom cook alone.
Some cooler air is carried by a high
that pushes near but not quite near enough;
the thunder stops along the coast to die,
then backtracks north; the rain was just a bluff.
The wet south wind delivers sticky spray
that cools a bit, then coifs my hair like clay.
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