Shall you compare me to a summer’s day
Red hot with sunburn forty-degree rash
Flaking from heatwave, mine eyes not too flash,
Hatband’s intemperate sweat marks, hair grey.
Thou art not wrong, thou shalt draw a long face.
Climate doth change mine and e’en your features,
Summer’s increase wearies all us creatures
Making heavy weather towards a cool place.
This mild crease in my brow grew there somehow,
My melting cap thinking through whys and whats;
I scratch my chin predicting El Niño.
Even these words, worthy of a choir
May get lost forever on microdots
Or float out to space, cinders from bushfire.
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