Beatific blossoms
pale pink-
glowing,
swim aerily
and perch
upon crooked
limbs,
beacons amongst
newspapers blowing
in the wind,
rusty garbage
bins, overflowing-
the Lost
seeking shelter,
no one
looks up
to see,
these life
cherries,
singing-
in
the
breeze.
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water spilling
covering streets,
rain whispers
ssssssshhhhh sssssshhhhh
branches whipped
ttttthhhhwaaack
striking shed sides,
downed lines
hissssssssss
eyes glint,
deadly-
winter
ways,
winter
days…
Silent
swift wind,
sweeps tables
clear. Scattered
thoughts,
in disarray,
vacuous heat,
claiming,
the day.
Furrowed brow,
shaking fist,
stomping feet,
writing
bad poetry,
in this
heat.
buzzing
between, tree
tops, sliding
sideways, topsy-
turving, geometrically
inclined, gravity
defying, heat
denying-
performing,
celebrating
summer’s…
Swelter.
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