it is a dry stinking hot summer day
the kind known as a scorcher
the kind where poetry
is excreted from pores
by poets who leave cool shade
venture out into hot hot heat of day
Terence George Craddock (Afterglows Echoes Of Starlight)
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem