Now suddenly summer
hot, humidity
a blanket, a cloth
heavy upon us, urgent
burning off the morning
a coolness of spring
weight in the air
Yet the sounds, the motion
as if through cotton batting
early today, trip to school,
waking of new morning
tamped down, slowed
as if by heavy, sticky air
The web of the morning clouds
lowered to the ground
falling, filling the valley
the way down the hill, to home,
as through an invisible blanket
our world ensnared, wrapped
in the waves of the heat
edited April 5, 2014
“Sticky Air – v6”
(editing version 3 again)
Edited January 5, 2014
“Sticky Air – v5”
(editing version 3)
Edited November 2, 2013
“Sticky Air – v4”
(editing version 2)
Edited June 2, 2013
“Sticky Air – v3”
Edited April 24, 2013
“Sticky Air – v2”
May 19, 2010
“Sticky Air”
about our walk to the
Pembroke Village School
Pembroke, NH
May 19, 2010
and the quiet this morning
because of the rain
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