We dream of ice and fridges, Pat. Overnight low tonight = 27.
> On 7 Jan 2015, at 7:29 pm, Patrick McManus <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> Ha Bill this seems so far away here it is like living in a fridge -cheers P
> old and icy
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> From: Poetryetc: poetry and poetics [mailto:[log in to unmask]] On
> Behalf Of Bill Wootton
> Sent: 06 January 2015 20:12
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> Subject: There is a price
> There is a price
> You can avoid sun-sourced heat.
> Shut it out, the civilised way.
> Sit in air-conditioned rooms,
> in cooled car capsules,
> in shopping centres.
> And you appear to have won out.
> You do not sweat. You move
> with apparent impunity.
> Plants wilt outside but what
> do you care behind your window?
> Ha! How is your head
> the next day? Even though
> not a drop of alcohol has
> brushed your lips. Your limbs,
> your core, your chi, all sapped.
> You feel as if you have been run
> over by a truck. And you have.
> The temperature truck.
> Put those active
> plans on ice.