It is a quarter past June, and
already it seems like a record setting summer.
Sprinklers and the scent of chlorine filled pools,
as I walk in my street-worn shoes to my sanctuary.
The lifeless blacktop park where
my will and the heat-embracing pavement meet.
A well-manicured backyard tree hangs its verdant leaves
just over its owner’s fence.
Like a lifeline for life reaching out to me.
I stick and I move,
as the sweat cleans the dirt and despair from my face.
Like a sunshine superman, I drink UV rays into my bones.
Alone I feel whole.
The disinfecting flames of summer
have begun to melt the cold rot encasing my soul.
Jun 7, 2021
Jun 7, 2021 at 7:02 PM UTC
It is a quarter past June, and
already it seems like a record setting summer.
Sprinklers and the scent of chlorine filled pools,
as I walk in my street-worn shoes to my sanctuary.
The lifeless blacktop park where
my will and the heat-embracing pavement meet.
A well-manicured backyard tree hangs its verdant leaves
just over its owner’s fence.
Like a lifeline for life reaching out to me.
I stick and I move,
as the sweat cleans the dirt and despair from my face.
Like a sunshine superman, I drink UV rays into my bones.
Alone I feel whole.
The disinfecting flames of summer
have begun to melt the cold rot encasing my soul.