July

 

Early   too early the

summer heat melts us

like ice cream cones

held too long

in the hands of babes

sticky   hot   mess

our dogs loll about

searching for a cool space to stake out

on the tile beneath an air-conditioner vent

coffee over ice for humans, we

draw closed the drapes

against the humid swelter

beyond.

and wait for autumn.

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Author: Nancilynn

Poetess, memoir writing, essays about life; these are the things I write about. I also love to cook, so you'll likely find a recipe or two in this blog. I am passionate about Nature and family, so from time to time I will share pictures-with or without poetry.

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