Heat Index Of 107 Poem by Frank Avon

Heat Index Of 107

Rating: 3.5


Another bottle of Gatorade,
watering our petunias,

another wish the bills were paid,
a chat with other seniors,

idling indolently in the shade,
snipping what's-it-to-ya's:

hoping
the heat of an August day
gives way
to the airs
of a September evening.

Monday, August 25, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: summer
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success