Southern Summer

It’s time for an oldie and a goodie for today, my friends.  It’s terribly hot throughout the United States, and in honor of this, you guessed it, a poem about a hot summer.  Enjoy with your favorite iced beverage or skinny dip. Don’t drown your computer, as they tend to fuss.


A swelling night of summer
hot naked on top sheets spread
not a yard light in sight
everyone awake in slumber
solitude settles down
doors open, windows open
shadows open, pacing for a sea-lost breeze
hot sigh
turn over
sweat evaporating slowly
musty sediment
laying flat in the house by the river
windows open, doors open
legs open, mind evaporating in wisps
the crisp river water sings
bringing you to its edge
already stripped
not a cloud’s promise
you arc sleekly into paint brush water
licking body hairs

-kerry e mckenna

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