Nomadic Summer Poem by David Whalen

<center>Deep down within the doldrums
Of the blistering Summer
Withering sere…as if
Hades were near

Shimmers of heat…
Spectres of Nature
Sucking out life
And tasting the tear

Of mirages that dance
Causing reality to quiver as if
By a stone tossed into mercury
of the Devil’s own river

In a defiant display
And fierce show of spite
The Summer folds it’s tent
And prepares to take flight

To other places
In search of new faces
Far away from sharp teeth
…Of Winter’s cruel bite…

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