Living Was Easy
Cusp of spontaneous combustion
sweltering sundown, sunglazed
ovenbaked, heated rivulets
humming Gershwin’s seasonal anthem
like doodles of melody sweating
fly buzzes, cicadas sing discordant
sounding of memories, sepia-toned
swimming, sea surf, screeches
scent of hot dry dirt then petrichor
thunderstorms on ant picnics
barbecue fizzes to smoke.
end 4/4/2017
S. Darlington
Reminds me of my college days and summers getting a tan. On a different note, what about Annie and Linc?
I haven’t forgotten about Annie and Linc. Hopefully this evening or tomorrow I can get the next installment written. Sorry about the delay! 🙂