An iceberg on water.

what the heat brings

Poem By Shawkin Kabir ’21

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the sun burns
down the sidewalk
hand touches the ground
a sting
where does it go

the grass
loses its color
green to yellow
green
to 
yellow
drying
crumble
and when feet passes through
they break

getting inside 
the steaming vehicle 
a seat and what restrains it
comes across
while the hand pulls back
as the metal
burns to the touch

kids sit 
fresh from that trip
from the ice cream truck
hands trying to grab on
to what can be left 
of a frozen
but melting
delight 
hands sticky
as they 
laugh

people running back
inside 
to get away from the heat
and from using paper 
as fans
the
a
c
now
o
n
water
ice cold
dripping
making smoke
on the glass

yes we’ll turn the sprinklers on
say the exasperated parents 
the children cheer
as they rush
back outside
playing
running
with no care
in
the 
world

you sit

down

turn on the TV

ice melting

polar bears staring

fires starting

pollution crowding the air

people dying

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