Only Mad Dogs and English Men
Only Mad Dogs and English Men
Even though dusty heat
Settles on your shoulders
The clear cut and stark
Through polarized shades
Crisps through blue
The sky a blanket of sun
As she treads on flip-flops
Hums to the cicada rhythm
Only mad dogs and English men
Go out in
Sea a glitter mid day zenith
Of short shadows
Welcomed cool places
Where ice cold beer trickles
Like you
Perspiring the winter memories away
Long, long days
Summer stores for deep green leaves
To make you so heady
Drowsy washed up in tanning
With bright flowers rainbow
Gently nodding their fires
So loose and scanty clothing it is
To catch the breezes
Skin is tingling warming
The light freedom feeling
Almost wearing nothing
Basks in beaches of your eyes
And puffs happy at the hot skies
And at last the dusk draws long
Burning red sets sheets
With pink orange paints
Carries you to a rocking chair of clouds
Set ablaze the air
While night crickets wake
The cicada sleeps
The last dipping shoulder slips beneath
Radiates the promise
To shine just it has
Tomorrow
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