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POEM: The Dog Days

Updated: Dec 2, 2019

by MARGARET BARNETT - September 12, 2019


Its beauty is something that inspires:

The clouds—they look like cotton balls on fire

We make our wishes on four leaf clovers

The sun—a giant supernova!

With youthful lovers dancing through the streets

The grass like pillows under their bare feet.

My window drips with hazy summer air

My pages curl while reading in a chair

A dip into a sea of salty green

A rainstorm leaves our plain white siding clean

The heat that I breathe in slips down my throat,

And summer sails away just like a boat.

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