Asphalt Hot Summer
Scoops of gold powder flapping sunny flame
melts into scalding months of humid June.
Shade of ablaze sky, fiery clouds won't tame
soaking sunshine an untrimmed afternoon.
Makeup tinged complexion in denim dress
berries and melons succulent sorbet.
A swim in pool with pineapple drink fresh
hot or cool, doesn't matter anyway.
Wages in lease, forever temperate
eternal possession of bad luck dregs.
Sweltering skin in heat of blood and sweat
toil endless labour, aching hands and legs.
Some buds wither in tar of asphalt gloom
Some color heaven in air conditioned room.
9th August 2019
Sponsor Michelle Faulkner
Contest Name A Summer's Day Redo
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