gasping summer’s last

with this heat

humidity has packed

up her ratty suitcase

and moved west

delivering  

dripping southern roots

to our skies…

 

ballparks steamin’

with season’s end

bouncin’ foul balls

off the no-wind zone

 hand delivered sweetly

 into the gloves of

the  most deserving

bringing grins and memories

of  childhood past

 a fondest secret wish

fulfilled…

 

the sounds

the heat

the sweat

the smells

pouring over

we kids of summer

another season

comin to a close…

feels like summer to me

still…

maybe summer

 will stay

hangin onto

our skins

til’ the first

light of winter…

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About lindalou5150

as exercise or exorcism, i write...for the eyes of others, for my eyes and heart only, for the love and the rage, i write...to release the gamut of emotion...to tell the truth and say what's often thought but not written...
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