Lina Jamison
art : poetry : essays
Sunday, June 18, 2017
Summer Heat
Feels like dough in a fiery kiln,
Sticky and then burning,
So the inattentive baker
Quickly douses us with water
Which bounces off our burnt crust
And leaves us hot, hot, hot.
Jamison 05/25/2017; Philippines
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