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| Gilded Flicker |
Heat blazing
White skies
Flesh turned
to liquid
Sticky and
salty
Melting into
the heat
Cicadas whine
Their whirr reaching a fever pitch
Birds pant
in the trees
Shade does
no good
The air is
still,
Thick and
still,
Suffocatingly
still,
and still
It is summer
With autumn
but a distant dream
of color,
and coolness, and relief.
~Kathie Adams Brown (July
17, 2013)
Wonderful poem Kathie!
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