In The Summer
Wild pretty flowers around, small ones in pink and yellow
easily ripping and fading in the summer heat. Even the pool
boils like hot spring. And big ants eating mangoes and avocadoes.
All, happy tanning their skin and riding a boat. Splash! Splash!
A lush of greens in the forest cooling drowsed mouths, sips thirsty
throat! Colored swim suit, sandals and glow- in the dark nails trot
the beaches, and oh boy, they are beautiful! In the summer, everyone
is away leaving the house. The house becomes vast, except for cool
babies like angels. The babies make noise and speak in fairy tales, we have lessons. At home, clouds of dust gather, up tables and cupboards
and altars, disturbing the silenced sun. They let the frogs croak
“Clean up, clean up in the summer! ” On a Thursday,
one dream comes true. You know I love the rain, and on a Thursday,
along Liverpool, it rains. First only drizzle, then big rain drops
then rain showers, then a lot of water from the sky like
God taking a bath in the summer? I am walking and I am
very, very wet around 7 PM. No soul around, except running cars
accompany, I - wet from the rain, back home, my garments
dripping small bubbles in the summer. “Dear God!
It is funny! Is that the concept of getting wet in the summer? ”
My dream becomes real. It is funny. LOL!
Comments about this poem (In The Summer by rosalinda flores rosevoc )
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