Summer Heat Wave
I remember where the sidewalk ended
Next to where the old fan palm grew
That waved its many hands at me
As I walked home from school each day
And of course I always waved politely back
In childhood anything can be befriended
But even as a kid I knew
That wind, not wonder, moved the tree
Yet I named it Summer Heat Wave
And of course I still wave politely back.
Copyright © Ina Goodling | Year Posted 2023
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