Heatwave
nary a leaf on a limb...stirring
sweat streams into my eyes...blurring
too hot for even a thought...occuring-
brain dead,lost in a fog
the sky,sullen and tense...mumbles
thunder and lightning it vents...rumbles
storms,intense as it gets...humbles-
so these are the dog days of august!
(not quite august yet,but it still applies)
a different style piece I like to call a joott Just One Of Those Things!
Copyright © Rob Metcalf | Year Posted 2010
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