In this climate,A Poem by Floundering Aboutthe sun eradicates the clouds. After all who else knew the sun? The summer is quite the PR campaign. Everyone is drawn out into the lovely weather. Children crayon huge smiley-faced suns, their yellow rays clumsily piercing stick figures and houses. Smiling, their parents lather them with sunscreen. The horizon is hazy with smoke. It is so nice for so long that it burns. © 2010 Floundering About |
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