Monday, May 11, 2015

poem of the day May 11


Summer sun in May
full of long weird rays
that have burned the ferns
into bowls of dust
Unrelenting heat
on new sheets
Air still with a fire
that ate the beast
Been that way
for too many days
Has me feeling dry
a bit wry, worried and confused
asking the question
Where have all the showers gone



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