The hottest day of the year today. No escape.
July goes up in flames
Heat hisses like a boiled snake on an asphalt plain.
It's hot. The blistering wind rattles and
sweat flows like lava scalding my cheeks.
My eyeballs glaze ceramic.
July goes up in flames.
Poetry by Hans Bump
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Written on 2011-07-20 at 13:00
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