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# Melt
- URL: https://dianaludwick.com/melt/
- Published: 2026-08-03T13:06:00.000Z
- Updated: 2026-10-24T20:06:22.000Z
- Description: “Melt,” a duality of nature and humanity on a hot humid morning, written Monday, August 03, 2026 poem 215 in a series of 365 poems written by Diana Ludwick in 2026. Photo: "Bipedal," by Diana Ludwick © 2026.
- Author: Diana Ludwick
- Tags: 2026 Poetry Challenge, Current Events, Dry Humor, Humor, Of Place, Poems, Unserious, Athleisure, August, Avian, Cellular Level, Feral, Forest Canopy, Garage, High Summer, Humidity, Lycra, Melt, Passenger Seat, Potluck, Riding Shotgun, Simian, Summer, Thermal, #Migrated-1792872215677, #wp, #wp-post, #Import 2026-10-24 20:03

It's the kind of humid day where   
man-made atheisureware sticks to your pores  
cloaking you in an unwelcome,   
soaking warmth.  
As if you're a slower cooker crock  
in a thermal sleeve  
belted to the passenger seat,  
leaking beads of umami sweat   
en route to a cross-town potluck.  
The type of morning where   
your carefully selected Lululemon fabric   
suffocates you on a cellular level  
as you labor to get in a pre-work walk.  
The sort of seven o'clock where   
the wild calls from the forest canopy  
could be avian or simian,   
you're not quite sure.  
  
The dawn melts into morning  
as your flesh becomes steamed dumplings  
glistening and plump as you close your circuit.  
  
Soon (too soon) it's time   
to shed Lycra for linen and pearls,  
don a button-downed worker disguise.  
But riding shotgun with you,   
as you descend into the garage structure,  
is the feral grip of summer fever,   
for you are molten at your core.