Tuesday, June 26, 2007

#13 -- Summer Starts In

Summer Starts In

humid alleyways,
and garbage-scented breezes,
sour as spoiled lilacs.

4 Comments:

Angie Shultis said...

I like the juxtaposition of images here . . . nice! Also, just found your blog and am really enjoying it. Just started my first, part of my own endeavor to create a working writing life for myself (previous incarnations: newspaper editor, elementary school teacher).

longvowels said...

sweet little poem...
very cool blog.
check mine out.

split ends said...

It seems you have been hanging out near my apartment lately. ;)

You really capture the side of summer that I detest; Angie is absolutely right that the juxtapositions are great.

Jessica said...

This was actually inspired my morning walk, when it was 6:30 and already 75 degrees. I walked past an alley and almost had to dry heave from the stench.

I agree, Split Ends, this is the worst part of summer. That and being covered in sweat from humidity at 6:30 in the morning. :0