My usual suspects have flown north for the summer
Houses packed up and driven away
The pool house is empty
The concrete dry
Beach umbrellas stand closed and unused
Dreaming of sandy Saturday's soaking up the sun
Postcards come from Canada
The Alaskan snowdrifts also still beautiful and cold
At night my mind wanders to Russian wilderness
Wolf cries and full, silvery moons beckon
Desperate for the wintery breath of time across numb fingers
I wake aching with knowledge
Frost bitten ******* clinging softly to the edges of my now waking mind
Bright sun greets me
Warming my thoughts and skin
Floating aimlessly in tepid chlorine, hostile, alone
Entertaining ideas of motivation
Until I can resist no longer, give in
Letting sleep and dreams of blizzards take me once more
Apr 25, 2012
Apr 25, 2012 at 10:40 PM UTC
My usual suspects have flown north for the summer
Houses packed up and driven away
The pool house is empty
The concrete dry
Beach umbrellas stand closed and unused
Dreaming of sandy Saturday's soaking up the sun
Postcards come from Canada
The Alaskan snowdrifts also still beautiful and cold
At night my mind wanders to Russian wilderness
Wolf cries and full, silvery moons beckon
Desperate for the wintery breath of time across numb fingers
I wake aching with knowledge
Frost bitten ******* clinging softly to the edges of my now waking mind
Bright sun greets me
Warming my thoughts and skin
Floating aimlessly in tepid chlorine, hostile, alone
Entertaining ideas of motivation
Until I can resist no longer, give in
Letting sleep and dreams of blizzards take me once more
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