So I'm sitting at this desk
(That's a lie, it's really a small table)
Trying to digest
The sweat that has to manifest
on my brow
legs,
and.... eyelids.
35 degrees is fine,
unless you're in the sunshine
Playing tennis in the heat
should be reserved for an athlete.
It makes me deadbeat.
In the heat.
You still don't feel good after you win
Your opposition makes a din
The flies start to settle in
making your headspin.
It's still 30 in the shade,
you've just played.
The sun is so ANGRY
the ants are hungry
You're drowsy
You blink slowly
Lay down carefully
Try to avoid gazing at the open canopy
The air is dry
The sky is high,
cloudless,
unrelenting.
The morning went fast
you thought it would last
Next thing you know in the car
thank God for the air conditioner
Sweet relief from the blistering heat
Bloody hell I'm beat
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