hot summer nights

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

a poem from my childhood.

hot summer nights

 

curtains hang lifeless

awaiting breeze that does not come

whippoorwill sings 

hot and sweaty song 

it doesn’t feel like singing

 

boy hears whistle’s blast 

of a night train 

slowly crawling its way

through the country side

breaking the silence at each crossing

 

ambulance sirens scream

through hot night air

transporting wounded

following its own wail

down highway to hospital

 

bird’s song fades 

as does whistle and siren

air is impotent

boy falls asleep

soaked in sweat

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


Submitted: November 28, 2021

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Eraser

I remember those hot sweaty nights. We just put in central air and I hate it. I always liked the heat.

Mon, January 17th, 2022 10:19am

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I don't like air conditioning either, but I don't like sweating my bed to wetness.

Mon, January 17th, 2022 11:35am

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