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I used to love getting a cup of coffee and cozying up in a corner of a bookstore or library. I often picked the poetry section, especially in the summer for some reason. Probably just because I had more time for such luxury in the summer. I don't make much time for poetry these days. The NY Times ran a few poems last month, Poems for Summer. Here is one I liked:
COME LIVE WITH ME
Heat exists as energy in transit, something spontaneous, volatile, elementary, “something which may be transferred from one body to another” (James Clerk Maxwell, “Theory of Heat”).
Notice how it moves from an object with a high temperature to an object with a lower one, a process of thermal contact, the sun burning through the coldest morning sky.
Heat increases and flows across boundaries. It is ancient, fluctuating, vibrational, like these summer days that are so combustible and these nights when stars enlighten the skies.
I remember the time you touched me near the stove and the flames sparked in my body, love.
— EDWARD HIRSCH, author of “The Living Fire: New and Selected Poems”