Summer Fun
Hot
Summer sun scorches
The breath still
Morning wave
Buries its hate
In scratching grass-sounds
Floating yellow
Line of sight bends
In brain-sensed tease
Echoes
Empty canyons fall
Beyond stillness
Caution winds silent spirals,
Soaring distance -- unswerving sight
Melted minutes
Sultry stares
Torrid tease
Copyright © Andy Chunn | Year Posted 2022
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