Saturday, February 25, 2012

Summer In The City


Dry,
Dusty,
The air.
The trees,
Brown
And bare.

On the streets,
Vacant eyes 
Wait
By the wayside.
Their reveries
Have evaporated,
The emptiness
They hide.

Above the stratosphere,
Droplets of dreams collect
And clouds form.
And tonight 
The city
Dreams of a dust storm.

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