Written when it was very hot and night was the only cool i had.


Heat

This is the word summer. Now imagine
The heat, filling all the space
Between our homes. It makes us sweat.

There is no word shade.

You want it to cool don't you?
It comes to night and dies.
The word relief is written all over us.



Poetry by Frederick James
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Written on 2006-08-04 at 18:40

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Milder still in the autumn and the reverse in winter... well almost.... with the help of a well kept chimney.
Good to see you posting again :_)
2006-10-03