(Inspired by the painting 'Summertime' by Edward Hopper)
Heat bleeds from pavement,
A nervous foot dangles
Over that final step.
The cars buzz and hum past
Flying to bring honey to the queen.
A gentle wind blows her dress-
It’s the colour of 3AM snow.
She waits to move from the shadows
Into the sticky heat and fried egg streets.
©Charlie F. Kane
31/7/08
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