Summer

A Haze of Nostalgia
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Summer came with the heavy heat of Hell.
That thick air that hung like drapes about the world,
Laying thin sheets of white haze on the horizons.
Stretching the blue illusions of mile high skies,
Into the empty evenings of speckled star light.
Where the first yellow fireflies flash,
And the slow building rattle of cicadas fade,
Mingling with the sound of summer storms.
And the smells of hay and damp earth,
are cut by the acid scent of wet blacktop.
But all this seems lost in some hazy childhood dream,
An almost clumsy memory of some place safe and warm.



With the Heavy sound of Engines
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The trees held a golden green,
Like a tarnished coin.
While all about the air held that electro static smell of summer rain,
And the all too quiet of before the storm.
Soft pinks seeped into gun metal gray clouds,
Streaking the orange / blue cover of heaven,
With unease and heavy handed suddenness.
That slow time began.
The time that seems like the end of all, stretching razor thin,
Out beyond the deafening distance.
While slow lazy rumbles boil in that distance,
With the sound of heavy engines.