Thursday, June 20, 2019

Another Poem Draft

Texas Heat

The flagrant heat
that beats upon the head
leaves living things
as dead
and burns their bones
with enervating light
to bleach of furnace
sheer and white,
but ah! the breeze is cool,
dancing in rhythm
without rule,
and ah! the peace of home
where roaming rests,
of every place
the best,
and a shower, quick and brisk,
that frisks upon the skin--
it is the dew of gods;
I, the king of men.

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