Treasure Island

Angela Dodge


Summer '12


Peering through a humid curtain
Feeling as if I could wring the air
And squeeze out drops of water

A misty haze surrounds everything
Shining pseudo-holy halos
Clouding visions, clouding my brain

This heat, overbearing and stagnant
This damp, penetrating and wicked
I ache and ache, both mind and body

My summer is blistering
My summer is scorching
My summer is melting my dreams

I do not remember this
As the heated and loved summers
Of my childhood.

This summer is emanating from poison
From pollution
From politics
From hatred
From uncaring souls

Gaia is not pleased.

We're in the oven of her womb
Deservedly so.

Submitted: Tuesday, November 20, 2012
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