- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Triple Digit Spell Of Summer
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Rain is gone, cool breeze is dead
Sun bringing only broiling dread
Summer heat is setting in harder
Blast furnace asphalt sears toes
Concrete cooks flesh easily now
No sweet shade that gives relief
Only sweathouse with less glare
Energy hooks take will from skin
Brittle grass, brittle skin as well
Under a bright triple digits spell
The high desert I love so dearly
And do relish every year smiling
The searing welcome Hellscape
The sky alight with nuclear heat
That batters us all so wondrous
And jeering mirage on the road
Dead plant, living fire voracious
Drives life to be more tenacious
- COMMENTS
wakingDownalmost 9 years agoAuthorNo Ashesh, this is about home. I live in a warm place. I like it here. I enjoy this desert quite a bit more than the deserts of Iraq. There are some key differences.
