Laurence E. Bourke

Rookie (08/04/09 / Dublin, Ireland)

Summer Surfaces

The over-blue is full of noise, and bottomless, summer sinks its
Humid teeth into the sky, boiling tons of barely breathable air,
Dynamic flotillas of white clouds graze the illusory crown of sun,

The garden is a greenhouse, a sultry square walled hell,
No siestas here, just oppressive rays per square inch,
Squeezing perspiration from humans, full of sleep,

Somewhere, a lawnmower is growling hypnotically,

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