Running for Your Life: Endless Summer

You never know when the hot is coming on.

We’re a tolerant lot, especially those working stiffs on New York City subway platforms

Right stuff of draft card soldiers in a tropical war

Recruits steel themselves

Stiff upper lip, not a whimper in the crowd

Glass doesn’t break but shatters

Humans at work revealing weakness

The first step toward

An ever-widening gulf of hope-hammered unemployed

Nary a crack in the armor

Long accustomed to being invisible to others, if not themselves.

So the hot will keep coming

Underground humans inured

Active-passive, even joys withheld

Aboveground humans oblivious for reasons better left for discussion at another time.

Hot enough for you?

Brother, you got no idea.

Next: Running for Your Life: Reel Back Some




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