Disposable Poetry

poems written on the fly

It’s not the heat …

Posted by D. James on 29 May 2007

The city sweats
sidewalks melt

The promise of
a squall falls short

People droop
in the humidity
that will not abate

It’s good to be home

(D. James)

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