Indian Summer

Solar powered September night stretches out,

Keeping senses from relaxation.

Slumbering spaniel races rabbits,

Pawing the air in futile pursuit.

Spiralling spider endlessly circles,

Running repairs in securest silks.

 

I stand becalmed beside an open window,

Where heat sucks oxygen from the room.

Cats tiptoe over shadowed pathways,

Calling for a cooling of molten tarmac.

Pipistrelles crisscross with pinpoint precision,

Binging on thermal dancers mid-flight.

 

In an orange-glow imitation of day,

Sodium streetlamps underscore nocturnal details.

Gasping, I inhale it all, gulping it down,

Each breath recording a memory.

These moments, rare in temperate climes,

Captured in place of overrated sleep.

◄ Phoenix

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Comments

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Robert Mann

Sun 4th Aug 2019 12:20

Jason/Adam/Jennifer - Thanks for commenting peeps. Glad you liked it.
Rob

jennifer Malden

Sun 4th Aug 2019 06:40

Loved this - left me gasping!
Jennifer

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Adam Rabinowitz

Sun 4th Aug 2019 00:29

You really caught it. Loved listening.

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Jason Bayliss

Sat 3rd Aug 2019 23:54

When moments like these are at hand, sleep is overrated.

J. x

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