Heatwave

Hot, it is so hot
the breeze pools in the hammock
but cannot swing it.

I long for wet sand
squished between toasted toes: Oh!
the bliss of damp grit

and popsicle-stained
lips kissed red by cherry ice.
Hot, it is so hot.

The hammock pools in
the beeze, but swing it cannot.
I long for wet sand.

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6 thoughts on “Heatwave

  1. oh yes, wonderful…last heat wave here, I had just given birth to my daughter and was standing, crying in the hallway because i could find no relief….my feet were burning…my man brought me a tub with icy water to put my them in …i love him for that šŸ™‚

  2. David says:

    Oh…wow…feel so like summer:)))

  3. we had a grilling killing summer this year, in kolkata. oh how happy i am to see clouds, i feel like a male peacock šŸ™‚ (they dance when they see clouds in sky).

  4. your blog header is beautiful.

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