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
In One Week...
9 years ago
4 comments:
ha ha, Sis gettin' all creative.
I knew you had it in you, no matter what you say. ;)
Verranice
Nice
I always wrote poems...just kept them to myself...
dang
skillz
sister
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