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My August Childhood

The water hose hissed and, for a moment,The faint scent of sunbaked rubberFilled the humid air. Water tickled small, laughing bodiesRunning barefoot through lush grassPeppered with dried needle leaves. They take refuge behind a rundown carWith cracked windows that resembledA spiderweb glistening in the sun. Prompt: Poetics: Sometimes August isn’t recognized by Sanaa Rizvi (from…

A Peaceful Summer Afternoon

A shaded balcony Chlorine wafting from the pool like a Siren’s song Children’s laughter Scrape of colorful chalk, tattooing concrete Flowers in bloom Red petals dancing in summer’s light Cyclist meandering by Wheels cracking and spokes creaking Wind in grass Dried morning trimmings blanketing the walkway Peaceful observer Written for d’Verse ~ Poet’s Pub poetry…

The Well Intended

I thought of the future, and spoke of the past. ~Truman Capote, Breakfast at Tiffany’s and Three Stories My son, forgive me I tried to show my angels But taught my demons Written for dVerse ~ Poet’s Pub’s 11th year celebration prompt: Poetics ~ Breakfast at Tiffany’s.