TENEMENT SUMMER

Hot
So that
Iron burned.

Hot
So that
Asphalt
Fried.

Hot
So that
Children
White.

From
Yard to yard
Faded
Clothing
Fluttered.

Like
Pennons
in
The Fleet.

Futile and trapped
All energy sapped
And sitting on a quay.

Longing and thinking





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