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On water

In the months of summer
Hotness is the sum total of all my puns intended.

Nature wakes up early in all my dreams.
Only we manage to kindly say
“Hello! How long has it been?”
To all kin(d)s of sabotage.

Friends, non-friends and aliens
Between January and another January
Months sit in boat. Already. Life jackets on.
So that shipping is easy. Charges do not
apply if the order reads
‘we reckon climate change’.

We aren’t quick learners
or we would have learnt saving
when the squirrel didn’t follow up—
when the Metro wasn’t late—
when the planet stopped at petrol station.

I took the subscription as soon as
I cancelled plans to check on water.

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