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

into

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

session

                        for now

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