The hazy, hot, humid days of summer have us in their vise-like grip. The trips from house to car to destination awaken sweat glands. Lungs fill with still, dank air.
According to Thomas Edison, "Genius is 99% perspiration and 1% inspiration." Alas, that doesn't seem to be true for me.
Although at times, my perspiration levels spike to 99%---lethargy has set in and "the muse is on vacation."
So rather than writing something original and fresh, I am coping out and plagiarizing from my own book, At The Turquoise Table. Here's a stanza from one of the poems in the book called "Summer Heat."
with endless conversation,
lead it to the door