One Poem Every Day, Poetry

No. 167 “Small Town” – 19/5/16

It was a dry heat in the sunshine of a small town,

Where obnoxious orange flowers stared out of the brown,

Small sweat drops gather at my hair line,

And the air above the black road seems to shine.


I know the exact moment summer seemed to chill,

And sharp winds turned and chased us up the hill.

But I can’t remember when I first heard the drummer,

Say, the world is bigger than this small town in summer.


Strange regards,


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