Kevin Wheeler Poems

A sticky June evening
sitting on my back porch
watching fireflies blink in and out
of the cool night air-
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There is a desperate anger in her eyes today
I wish I could explain her silly fears away
Her face is brown with bloodied purpose
so full of periwinkle hope that she dares to blush
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Burning like an engine nearing overheat.
Pushing me with a lava hot intensity
to succeed, to succeed! !
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