The Heat (Tanka) Poem by Jesus Diaz Llorico

The Heat (Tanka)



"The heat comes slowly
as the sun is high this hour
bright as noonday brass
and drawn by the cloudless skies
this humid month of July."

Wednesday, July 12, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: season
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