Kit Kelen #1069 - summer creatures

1069

summer creatures

summer

creatures

bite

and mean no harm

but simply are

all their will's to be

much lit the days now

skin's all seen

there is a certain shimmer mist

of rain gone

struck with gold

how quickly flesh is off the bone

a desert has driven the drought

sear tin

and fry the hide

hear saws, cicadas

it smells of blood, fresh paint

and tastes of fire

summer itches among seasons

hide evening under beer or three

now everyone is king of ease

feet up in a truce

say holiday

and some days harsh

fever and pitch

so many minutes till

somewhere when

summer goes spare

and we with it

too many hours

days, months

it sweats

calls bodies each to each

with whiff

and pharaoh's moan

it is a doddle swim

to make the most

firstly lastly

aching are

in all our works to see

blowfly's in

just saying

and this one

thinks it's March

give chase

and then come to a heap

we mean no harm

but simply are

we summer creatures

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