Summertime WineA Poem by N.SevillaStaying inside the house while Summer goes on outsideSmooth jazz, a window seat, A slim, dim red glass of wine- Divine in its rich, deep taste. A constant hum in the back. Cool air curling around the room. We could assume it’s winter The way the blankets are bunched. We know it’s not It’s hot; heat rising from pavements, Distorting cars driving by. Too hot for kids to hide. Ice cream cones melting quick Dropping down like flies. Windows shake with the sounds Cars with no bounds, thumping along. We’re playing jazz in this icy air. Saxophones playing caramel sweet Viscous like the lazy heat. Out there, our eyes stray And we sip wine in the summer time. © 2016 N.Sevilla |
StatsAuthorN.SevillaCAAboutI've had this account for several years and I am finally coming back to my writing roots. It's been a joy to write again and look back on my poetry from 10 years ago and see the changes in my life. .. more..Writing
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