Sep 2019
The heat rises,
heat waves roll over the street,
car's rush by with engines
roaring, burning smog,
we choke upon.
Summer is on the rise,
cooking the desert like
a pro chef cooks a good meal,
We fry.
Summer is on the rise!
© 2019 By Amanda Shelton
heat waves roll over the street,
car's rush by with engines
roaring, burning smog,
we choke upon.
Summer is on the rise,
cooking the desert like
a pro chef cooks a good meal,
We fry.
Summer is on the rise!
© 2019 By Amanda Shelton
It's hot and I am in pain. This poem is inspired by both of those things. Heat and pain never worked well together, in my experience.
