Pamela Shea

Summertime Living; Not So Over-Easy

Moody, broody summertime,
Under a cloudless broiler
Flesh temperature rises,
And time slows to a low boil
As juices drip annoyingly.

Chunks of flesh shuffle
As pavement melts underfoot.
How do you want to be cooked?
Rare, medium, or well-done?
Scorching sun adds a nice sear.

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