Summer Shift
Summer Shift
Searing scorched air as the sun beats down.
People moving slowly in the hot humid town.
The carts they push, the bags they carry.
Makes them feel like an oven-baked cherry.
Trudging home as the clock strikes 3.
They lie on the couch and drink ice tea.
Thinking how hot & tired they are.
Then go get an ice cream bar.
Copyright © Pax Geist | Year Posted 2019
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