The sky has become a swamp cooler
over this swampy town.
Thunder rocks the roof
and lightning lights the sky!
My loved ones have forsaken me
for ill
or for good,
I don't know.
Meanwhile, I suffer...
(they don't) .
Humans don't live in the High Desert.
Citizens do.
The sky has become a swamp cooler!
And the sirens accompany
'Sex in the City'
as Liberty fades.
Bring the tornado!
Knock it down.
a wonderful imagery write and effects well implied...nice poem....10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
fine thoughts, fine looked at the fact, finely penned..10+