New Poetry Wednesday: Summer Nightmare

Summer Nightmare

Bouncing off the page
While howling at the moon
Blue ink smearing out their demands
Little child’s footprints
Leading us on, leading us away
In the warm summer nightmare
Sweating out the dust
Bouncing off the trees
Grueling in their movements
As they grilled us under moon
In the warm summer nightmare
The pavement still growls
Between howls at the moon
Blue ink smearing out like honey
Melting between the stones
Dropping from pockets barren
Their thread fleeing in collision
Contusion by trees swaying
In the warm summer nightmare

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