Hot!
HOT!
HOT!
Inspiration?
Low
Humidity?
High very high
One really doesn’t feel like writing poetry
But what does one do on a hot steaming day?
I’ll tell you what one does not do –
Work!
Oh it’s a day for invention
Conjure up something not too taxing on the brain
Even the thought of mental effort is painful so
Here goes
There is a peaceful verdant cool valley
Between two snow-capped mountain peaks –
Mount Serene and
Mount Bliss
A frothing bubbling murmuring stream
runs happily through a meadow
I can hear the Tonkawonka song it sings
as it splashes against the rocks
(The Tonkawonka were a local Indian tribe now no more)
It is beside this stream I have spread my Indian blanket
set down my small ice chest
just across the stream almost obscured by the rushes
a young deer bows its head to drink
I lazily uncap a cold beer – take a sip
WONDERFUL!
I lean my head back against a willow stump and
Dream
Not a cloud in the sky
The heavens so blue it nearly hurts my eyes
I close my lids
Am just dropping-off when
I have this waking-dream
I’m in the city
Tall buildings surround
Eggs are frying on the sidewalk
Sun beating down beating down
I can’t stand it!
This is a nightmare!
I wake up
This is no dream
It is HOT!
Copyright © Daver Austin | Year Posted 2010
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