Summer’s Sky

There’s something in that hazy white-blue

it brings out       the sub lime

colors of breathing forms—


forget the usual plethora

green leaves green flowers yellow sun light wind

the summer tags


the blue smears


white clarity


heavy Summer skies

disintegrating into          heat


one                   two      three…


every seven words        one person dies


looks up at the whiteness

calming blues       discovers black light


oceanic depths              holding her head below


hot summer cars           packing fried babies


summer’s new red sublime shading,

observe how it evokes


one       two      shots from another white man

dicks, guns       (violence doesn’t discriminate

against weapons)


at least schools are out of


                        for now


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