come inside

it's hot.
it's the desert.
no wind.
no relief.
the sand burns your feet.
the pavement,
the black top
swirls with heat.
the world is melting.
the sun has moved
closer to the earth.
can we survive
this onslaught
of temperature rising,
sure we can, come
over here,
put some ice
in the glass, i'll
pour you
a drink,
get under the fan,
come inside, let's
burrow in the basement
where
the ac will make us
shiver with
glee.