Streets Of A Summer Dream Poem by Val Brooklyn Rogers

Streets Of A Summer Dream



It is hot out here.
Don't tell me about a sweater
I think the sun is broken
Walking down the same asphalt side walks

Still the same flaws I remember the
Games the aims sunny sulken sheen to
The shine sleek and shalacking was the
Cadillac acting like a fact.

High powered proper schemes. Have you
Ever dreamed of really dreamed?

Monday, April 3, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: car,summer
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