Heat drains the body.
Muscles weaken and whither.
Water refreshes.

Months after the storm,

Maria and her cousins

call daily for help.

What horrible force

breaks an arm so thoroughly

it sways in the wind?

Motorists complain
this street is barely a street;bumps tell the story.

Snow, snow, on the ground,

falls without making a sound,

falls despite our pleas.

The wind: watch me whip,

watch me nae-nae, 

watch me whip,watch me nae-nae. Ugh.