30/30: day eleven - what eighty degrees brings

day eleven prompt: Write a list poem.

what eighty degrees brings

open windows,
dogs barking.
short sleeves,
no sleeves,
naked sock imprinted ankles,
flipflops and/or sandals.
sweaty brow,
sweaty thighs,
wind chimes
in a soft humid breeze,
pounding sun,
with no escape
or best-friend-shading-tree.
outside sidewalk
chalk hopscotch,
jump rope,
hula hoop.
late night hoodlums,
dog walkers.
iced tea,
iced cream.
laying sprawled
beneath a ceiling fan,
a hazy moment
to forget
the depth of winter.

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