July's Sticky Air

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I fled the kiln of the house where ceramic floors bake like focaccia bread. My haven is a bench in the shade of an oak, praying for a breeze. A bevy of bees hover over blushing jasmine and scarlet lilies, dousing me with honey in July's sticky air as my finger culls a drowned earwig from my glass of iced tea.

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Susan Ashley

Date: 5/26/2018 10:39:00 PM

Dale, I love the intimate imagery in your poetic slice of life. You've illuminate these moments on a hot July day beautifully.. Warmest wishes ~Susan

Dale Gregory Cozart
Date: 5/27/2018 7:51:00 AM

Thank you, Susan.

Jan Allison

Date: 5/26/2018 4:24:00 PM

Oh Dale another awesome gem:-) I loved the imagery especially of the floors and the oak tree until i got to that pesky earwig in the glass, I don't like bugs they really are a pain!!!:-) hugs jan xx

Dale Gregory Cozart
Date: 5/26/2018 4:52:00 PM

Especially in my tea!!!!! Thanks, Jan.

Vijay Pandit

Date: 5/26/2018 4:10:00 PM

Excellent imagery..awesome details..simply beautiful, Dale!

Dale Gregory Cozart
Date: 5/26/2018 4:51:00 PM

Thanks so much, Vijay.