Hot.Hot, hot, hot.Like a broken record.Dry.Dry, dry, dry.Like a broken record.No wonder there’s never been peace in the Middle East.Debbie Armstrong pointed that out.Talk about a broken record.Everybody’s hot and cranky.All the time.No greenery.Everything’s brown.Even the architecture.Hot sand.Hot wind.No relief.Ever.And they know it.So they bicker and bully and blow up.Literally.Step aside, Obama.Here’s the solution.Install a Mega-Mister.You know, like they have in outdoor bars.Only this one will cover the entire continent.And filter the hot sun at the same time.What a concept!Think of the results.No more mirages.Now Bedouins can have the real thing.Camels can drink all they want.The parched earth will produce.The hills will come alive with… greenery.(And maybe the sound of music as well.)People will calm down.Men will find work. Women will catch up with their laundry.Green will proliferate.And soothe the eye.Mist will soften the heart.And cool the fanatical mind.All that dust will be history.And all the past history dust.Peace.Amidst the mist.How cool is that!That’s Mason.
Renee Walker is a poet, writer, and real estate broker on the Square.