The Cooling Dawn
morning brought with it
a cooling dawn, one which
seemed to flush away all the
heat accumulated during the
night before,
what with the haze of humidity &
the global warming deep fry
bringing his blood to boil &
the sweat streaming down
lost calories & a sticky, salty,
slime,
which had dripped in a
stubborn pattern of droplets
one after the other,
in a campaign of annoyance,
almost as if nature itself
was trying to keep him
awake---
but alas,
the mind wins out in the struggle &
as his years had brought him to
this place where a hot day would
inevitably demand complete
exhaustion in the night,
so did the night take him into a
dreamy oasis &
he found himself knee deep in the
cerulean Mediterranean
whose waves gently tickle his legs
blazing from the heat
but soon chilled like a glass
left in the fridge for a bit
to cool that drink in the
blistering Mississippi
afternoon in
July.
Copyright © Andrew Delapruch | Year Posted 2012
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