Valsa George Summer Poems

Summer like an eagle has swooped down
Under its tearing claws, the Earth shrieks and groans
The days and nights breathe out the stench of dribbling sweat
Roads rage and roofs steam like an overly heated pan
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Outside it rains
Sitting in my porch I watch,
The elements mix and mingle
Kneading the pulverized dust
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On the tree of life,
Good name is like summer blooms
Though often hidden by the leaves,
They are spotted by their scent
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Like an incandescent brass gong
The afternoon sun
Burns in the sky
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The waterlogged lands have long gone dry
The soil is lying cracked and parched
The frogs that crocked in shallow pools,
Nowhere on land or water to be seen
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Dark clouds gather round
They rush and collide in the sky
Igniting fireworks
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Summer has swooped down in violent fury
The razor blades of heat cut through the skin
I turn and toss in bed like a fish on an angler's hook
After the tryst when I wake, my top sheet is twisted like a rope
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