Heat on my knees
my ankle warming in the morning
sunlight
my lungs full of the warm air
my forehead beginning to sweat
a rest by the road
and voices passing me by.
The grass smells
sweet and moistured
the hurried flapping
of a falling pigeon
sounds above me
and it takes off into the sky
but lands in a nearby tree.
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poems of june
Poetry•Welcome, June. But first, coffee.• The poems will vary from "Tumblr poetry" to free verse to rhymed to anything that I think of at the moment. Happy June! (All of these poems are first drafts, but votes and constructive criticism are ALWAYS appreci...
