Portland is hot.
A city wilts
A people molts
the sweaters, jeans, and jackets of a lifetime
All is quiet and still
laden
overburdened
sucumbed
In the 8 month winter of darkness, dampness, and cold
the people tumble out of houses, clatter along avenues
coffees in hand
bicycles chirp merrily, riders clad in water-proof gear
rosey cheeked
smiling
a people drink a pint and watch an indie
But the sun is too much
vitamin D deprivation prevents adequate strategies
No AC rumbles
No fans whirl
New Orleans in the summer
100 years ago
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