the grass brown
as corn tassels stretch to the sky, sentinels
guarding against fall. Sticky
hot days beg
for autumn. Sweat beads on your brow
as you laze in the pool
and the dog pants his complaint. Waves
of heat radiate on the street
and the tar bubbles and sticks
to the kid’s shoes and bike tires.
Unyielding summer simmers
and we expect it to boil
I wrote this draft as part of National Poetry Writing Month. I hope to collect these works for a mixed media/writing piece I am working on entitled Love Letters to My Brother in Prison.