Poetry: Heat - by J Mock

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by J Mock

Created on: October 15, 2008 Last Updated: July 31, 2009

The Fan

Prickly heat consumes my face,
in need of manufactured breeze,
from the fan that purpose bought,
all too aware of the untimely forecast,
that renders thoughts in muggy haze.

A flick of the switch,
a blue stream in frontal phase,
cooling infected features,
that allow,
the gathering of thoughts,
and a realization that I am hot.

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