Wednesday, June 11, 2008

summer

summer
heat, hot, murky
sweat, lust, breezy
sounds of children playing
folks on stoops
laughing,
yelling
fussing
coco icy
mr. softee
yelling when a basket is made
fly cars
music thumping
bumping
shaking cars, windows
smell of garbage
barbeque
tree outside my window
moves with the wind
fans going
slow moving
summer
summer
summer

4 comments:

The Bear Maiden said...

ha ha, Sis gettin' all creative.

I knew you had it in you, no matter what you say. ;)

Verranice

Regina said...

Nice

professor said...

I always wrote poems...just kept them to myself...

Torrance Stephens bka All-Mi-T said...

dang
skillz
sister