.
Mornings of mist and mystery
Before the sun awakes,
Slakes his unending thirst,
Drinking the last drops of dew
And sucking dry the clouds
Hanging pregnant in the sky.
Midsummer days…
Breathless pulsating heat
Throbbing through the air,
Life-draining lethargy,
Absolutely no energy…
An artificial atmosphere
Feeding pre-cooled air
Satisfies the well-heeled,
But cold showers are best
For the rest…
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©Denise G Allen, 04 February 2014 11:15
