Swelter Poem by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Swelter
Moving through the day
In a blister of heat,
Sparks seem to spray
And bounce off the street.
Shadows are twice as black!
The windows sparkle gold.
The earth seems about to crack-
Frightening to behold!
Backed against a wall,
Moving along its side,
I give a desperate call;
There's nowhere to hide,
"Help! "I cry.
"Who stole the night?
I don't wanna die!
Someone turn out the light! "
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5/4/2024 9:11:40 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Night life! In need of the light. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.