A summer day

Heat from the streets cooking the sole of my feet
Waves of air, burning as they pass
Languid faces bask in the sun
Dry, parched skin walking toward wrinkles.

Ice melts too quickly, leaving behind cans strewn aside.
The days are long, the nights burn.
But when the winter comes it will bring the cold.

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This entry was posted on July 22, 2010 at 13:48 and is filed under Observations, Poem with tags poems. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.

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slpmartin Says:
July 22, 2010 at 15:44

In particular your line “cooking the sole of my feet..” reminded me of all those hot summer days I spent in the midwest…working outside…you’ve made me want to head for the beach…cheers!

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