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HOT SUMMER DAY

hair’s fallen, wet.
clinging shirt with sweat.
shoe’s barely protect
my feet, from the pavement’s heat.

i climb aboard the bus, no
air conditioning, of course,
and head to the bustling city streets.
perspiration stains and inpatient glances
all shout, with the fervor of a wet dog, shaking himself.
i depart this catacomb.

windows decorated with sundresses and sandals.
the dummies never bat their eyes nor stink,
though the steam seeps into every crevice.

i’m glum and irritated,
the heat pressing on every thought.
i’ve come here to find a gift - 

and i do i do i do
not in the shops
but in the street.

i hear the uproarious laughter
of children.
the city street has sprung
a fire hydrant leak.

oh those tinkling voices,
like crystal, lifting up my spirits!
oh the joy of splashing waters
and the serendipitous smiles!

oh how i can live
through the glorious eyes
of happy children.
my heart forgets my complaint.

9/16/2017
Eve Roper’s Hot Summer Day Contest
1st Place

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