Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Based on an Image by Jean Luc Mylayne "august-september"

Sweat blurs the vision of my eye,
digging grooves through
my sun-tired face.
A frown parallels sweat on my lip,
not far away,
a hose has that drip, drip, drip...
Emerald leaves mock shade,
billowing over chutes of bark, browned with age,
worn from anticipation, and moist
from the sky's desolation.

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