Thursday, June 25, 2009

Summer 2

Waves of heat rise
like lithe hands
soothing pavement.

Nurse,
your bright dress 
blinds.

Please cure this fever.


2 comments:

Francisco Castelo Branco said...

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Beysshoes said...

I love the simplicity and brevity of this poem. I feel the "calming hands" belong to the nurse, rather than where 'tiz, somehow. Sweet.