Dog days of summer
heat burning down
enough to melt the smile
from the face of a clown
Heat waves make a visible breeze
that moves the air, runs sky to ground,
gives no relief,
and nothing makes a sound.
The future is uncertain
or so it seems
due to the ending and beginning of dreams
with the new dream an infant
and the old dream retired,
some senses are numb
while others are wired
beyond belief.
An overheated radiator smells like celery
as long as it isn’t your car,
Some things you’ve kept forever
actually look as old as you are,
Life looks better up close
than it does from afar,
Nothing tastes as good from a can
as it does from a jar,
Then the curtain falls
and time passes.
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Keep writing the songs that are in your heart.
Peace be with you.