Summer Poem by Sheena Blackhall

Summer



Hiccupping frogs land in the palm of the earth
Under poppies, red as stigmata

Two snot filled boys on a bench
Swop punch-lines, secrets, scabs

Wasps suck on the cherry tree’s nipples
Honesty’s wearing its lacy summer frock

How much blue can one sky hold
Before the darkness comes?

Thursday, March 13, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: summer
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