Liquid

The heat is so hot...
Ice is placed before
Fans... can the air
Become different?

Over the road tonight
Someone sings of love
Then rushes helicoptery
Far far away from
Here.

Come and care in the winter...
Chancers.
I'm looking at your number.
You are merely away looking
Up the ladder.



Poetry by jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2011-08-19 at 23:58

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Well, jenks... interesting!
The peace dove assures you that a cooler time is forecast. But not cold, mind. Never cold.
As for chancers: to some, this may be a mere story. To others, it is real life. It exists. And it has wounded us to the core.
But earlier this evening, actions may have spoken infinitely louder than words.
I am at peace; I wish the same for you and yours.
2011-08-20