(no subject)
Here comes the heat
We’d all say, in lawn chairs
And watch the kids on blue slides
Over blue waters
And under blue skies
Its so dry
People said
That I can’t quite breathe
So we’d flock to the
Pasteurized pits
And dance across paint chipped,
Band aid floors
The puddles would return
Always, in the potholes
And the children eyed them warily
Concerned about their wild nature
Their untamed reflective ness
Wondering all the while
If it never rained again?
We’d all say, in lawn chairs
And watch the kids on blue slides
Over blue waters
And under blue skies
Its so dry
People said
That I can’t quite breathe
So we’d flock to the
Pasteurized pits
And dance across paint chipped,
Band aid floors
The puddles would return
Always, in the potholes
And the children eyed them warily
Concerned about their wild nature
Their untamed reflective ness
Wondering all the while
If it never rained again?