Tuesday, July 3, 2012

Fresh Baked Earth

Searing black thatch on chairs or sizzling concrete,
standing has its merits.
Butter thick air crawls around me,
a steaming mantle which prevails,
clinging and clogging the lungs in deafening silence.
This warmth oppresses the savage beast;
it humbles the hum of life.
(heavily quiet power)
A green breeze carries the musky scent of freshly baked earth.
Today, nature burns.

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