Irish Summer

When Summer was ending...

When Summer was ending,

the brown girl from the Tropics asked for the fan.

She sat at her large desk at work,

turning to the cooling afternoon breeze,

and talked about the sweltering summers

back home, where sweat-soaked clothes

filled the hot air in offices and dark buffaloes

rolled in mud to beat the rising mercury.

Children chased the ice cream vendors,

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