A Summer PoemA Poem by Leslie Philibertwritten on a hot dayyou are the burnt map of Summer; black- edged with lost words that make the heat a blanket full of stale-wind sweat, lips dripping warm syllables caught between dried smiles ; the first rain so distant; drought turning into dust: you walked away over brown grass; the Spanish grass.
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Added on July 28, 2013Last Updated on July 28, 2013 AuthorLeslie PhilibertBavaria, GermanyAboutI`m not important. I just want to write a couple of good poems. Just read what I write. That`s enough. more..Writing
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