The Coming of Summer
This strip-tease - a hundred and one degrees,
heat falls in languid waves from her fingers,
only to rise and hover in a shimmer above the dirt.
This is: too hot to press your palm to,
a baked-earth insult to the soles of your feet.
Search for a moment of respite
at the bottom of an ice-filled glass -
but even that will sweat.
The only relief is in a cold shower,
an air conditioned breeze on tender skin
and a sigh of self-satisfied wilt.
Poetry
Tuesday, July 26, 2005
The Coming of Summer
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I like this one. I especially like the self-satisfied wilt. Good job!
ReplyDeleteThe funny thing is -
ReplyDeletethis was supposed to be about pulling weeds in the garden, getting sunburn - overwhelming heat... came out sounding like erotica, lol. Oh well... I can deal with that.
nothing wrong at all with that, I got the outdoorness thing, not a weeding thing. Yeah, I make up words.
ReplyDeleteat the bottom of an ice-filled glass -
ReplyDeletebut even that will sweat.
Very cool (er, hot - lol) observation, E! I like this a lot. I can relate!