Heat in the kitchen

 pulling 90.  pushing it also. Degrees.

lawnmowers, dogs, enough, gruff stuff

my wonderful manual typewriter i dropped.

the end. 

the last line in the book.

except what lives on in my mind.

or i see photos, one's like it.

remember the weight ... thickness.

wasn't practical any more than

using a candle to read by.

now we wait for afternoon,

a few hours when the real heat comes alive.

 the powers of the season will give us reason

to open us up to sitting in the shade