Sunset is temperature's quick switch
when cool breeze and sun rays
argue about air conditioning.
Houses are flasks—holding on to heat
a little longer—contradicting the outside.
Time is season's relay.
Every season is taking longer
to bring itself to a stop after
passing on the baton.
It didn't use to be a nepotic transition.
Plants shiver at the fickleness.
Our immune (or is it mood?) dwindles.
And birds don't know what to sing.
It is every survivalist's envy
the resistive thrive of mosquitoes.
Everyone, find new ways to think,
grass to human, sand to brick.
Loosen schedules, lift spirits,
the caprice will no longer
be time's little surprise.
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