Summer Starts In
humid alleyways,
and garbage-scented breezes,
sour as spoiled lilacs.
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
#13 -- Summer Starts In
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An Annotated Diary of a Working Writer
Summer Starts In
humid alleyways,
and garbage-scented breezes,
sour as spoiled lilacs.
4 Comments:
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).
sweet little poem...
very cool blog.
check mine out.
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.
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
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