Saturday, July 23, 2016
High Summer - poem
Lawrence Hall
mhall46184@aol.com
High Summer
High summer is but headaches, haze, and heat
Parasitical heat, malignant heat
Heat creeping through the walls, even at night
Mocking the futile thermostatic air
By day all thoughts are wither’ed away
The words of favorite books shimmer unread
On pages like an oasis vaporous
Unreachable, or by an enemy occupied
There is no healing, hope, or hope of hope:
High summer is but headaches, haze, and heat
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