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Heatwave Fear
The leaves are shivering.
I don’t know the type of tree, nor care,
but the breeze is barely strong enough
to ruffle my hair or disturb
the sun-warmth on my face,
or let me ignore the pop and fizz
of champagne freckles beneath my eyes.
The leaves are shivering, all the same,
and I wonder what they’re afraid of.
I don’t know the type of tree, nor care,
but the breeze is barely strong enough
to ruffle my hair or disturb
the sun-warmth on my face,
or let me ignore the pop and fizz
of champagne freckles beneath my eyes.
The leaves are shivering, all the same,
and I wonder what they’re afraid of.
Published 30th May 2010
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19th Oct 2010 5:35am
I really love all the imagery in a lot of your poems. Very effective. Will be reading more!
