That summer was long,
Hot and wet with epic storms
Every afternoon that saw
Ribbons of light arc
Across the skies
And heard the earth
Rumble from somewhere
Deep within.
The backyard flooded
Right on 5pm
Every afternoon
But the waters always
Receded
Just as quickly
As they’d come,
Leaving the land saturated
And gasping for
Breath.
During the days our windows
Were flung open
Hoping to entice
A cooling breeze,
A glimmer of something
Other than heat wave
After heat wave.
The relentless sun beat
Down its rays
And I lived in the
Hammock outside
Where the trees hung low
Like a protective
Shield against
The sun.
It was the Summer
Of love,
Of new beginnings,
And of old endings;
Rediscovered.
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The Loving Dead
PoetryVerse novel. It was a long summer, until she discovered the grave. The boy buried 6ft under. The love of her life. She didn't know what drew her to that grave stone to begin with. Before meeting that boy she was sheltered, never really focusing on...
