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Mad Dog Days

by Maureen Glaude

in the haze of extreme highs this week
gas prices, heat and humidity
my son’s driving around with a trunk load
two sets of golf clubs
and a full set of Belgian Lawn bowls*

I wake these days to squeals in the basement
my newly-retired husband
shredding his old paperwork from the office

after handling my produce
and handing me my change
the morning clerk at the grocery store
complains of her raging fever and illness

I pass by a neighbor’s house on my evening walk
and recognize our bamboo chair set from
this morning’s trash
he thanks me for his treasure, then asks
but where’s the cushion, and how on earth
does one sit comfortably in the seat?
I think of beggars and choosers
but smiling, tell him where he can buy a pad
(though they’re $l00)
and how it all works

just another Mad Dog Day


Author's Note: *very heavy discs used for Belgian lawn bowling

Posted on 06/28/2005
Copyright © 2021 Maureen Glaude

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 06/28/05 at 03:12 PM

excellent capture of just a regular summer day!

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 06/29/05 at 08:17 PM

I like how you've captured the essence of this year's dog days of summer, and the subtle way you express how the heat affects us on various levels, fraying our nerves and patience in the process. Well done!

Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 07/02/05 at 01:41 AM

Brief but vibrant vignettes picture the summer in its heat and haze! Touch of humor in the irony of the first and last stanzas.

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