The sunlight saps, humidity
wraps itself around
the scene
of flattened brown feet,
and faces at ease.
People on stools
hands resting on their knees.
And the ragged dogs loll
zzzzzzzzzzily
pant
ing
un
der
the
h…. h… heat.
Coolness is a luxury
sold in cold drink cans,
a momentary iciness
of mouth and throat.
I doubt anyone here even owns a coat.
You gave me a picture in my mind as I read this very descriptive poem. Interesting way to get your point across. I looked for a place to “follow” you, but I can’t find where to click.
By: Jerry Pat Bolton on September 2, 2010
at 11:29 pm
thanks! I wanted to write something more ambitious about the role of climate in national temperament, culture, productivity etc but settled for just describing the scene
I’m not very tech-savvy myself, so I’m not sure about the following part. I just bumble through the blogosphere using about 10% of the software’s capabilities!
By: ocksblog on September 3, 2010
at 10:48 am
I forgot to click on the follow ups, so I had to write another comment
By: Jerry Pat Bolton on September 2, 2010
at 11:30 pm