A slope of rising road <br />gains on the pair of us - <br />forcing silence. <br />Dusty birds and drunken bees <br />seem dazzled and frustrated <br />in the grating heat. <br />Wings and feathers <br />weather the jagged day <br />in short bursts and slowly. <br />Our imaginations fail, <br />again, to summon cool times. <br /> <br />Summer aggravates. <br />Midges bite and die; <br />spent on your glistening skin. <br /> <br />Blisters bubble; <br />subcutaneous lakes of irritation <br />itching like the scumbled day.<br /><br />James Mills<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-few-degrees-of-heat/
