Robin Pratt

The Hot Hot Sun - Poem by Robin Pratt

The hot hot sun
my skin skin skin
irksome infants
a din din din
could get under
my skin skin skin.
take a breath
a deep belly breath
let your diaphragm do the work
vorsprung durch inhallation
the oxygen bubbles into my blood
the heat touches my
my mind absorbs those mutual benefits
slows, calms, immersed a gentle euphoria
and the warmth of the breeze embraces
I feel the joy joy joy
of the sun sun sun
on my skin skin skin
on this hot hot day!

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, May 27, 2012

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