Heatwave In The Outback
days spent
floating and dreaming to
'dark is the night'
piping out a spray
of memories from
a small cd player in a garden basket
hanging overhead from the old rusty roof
part shading the pool
gazing at billowing white clouds
in a blue sky framed by
the silver of olive trees moving lightly
in the 45 degree shimmering heat
i swim naked
there is nothing quite like
feeling that natural freedom
far away from the city crowds
no one around
just me
the birds
the bugs
the things that sting
pure summer magic
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You brought it alive. Thank you
ReplyDeleteI was right in there until you got to the things that sting bit.
ReplyDeleteWasps:)
DeleteIt is so nice to dip into summer magic when our outdoors is frozen cold. Loved it!
ReplyDeleteFabulous write!!❤️
ReplyDeleteI love "the things that sting" line----keeping it real and natural ;-)
ReplyDeleteBeautiful.
conjouring images of a place I've never been. I Liked this poem, so thank you for the read.
ReplyDeleteI listened,read and, you were right on.
ReplyDeleteZQ
Love the last two lines.
ReplyDeleteThe ability to be ourselves on our terms is indeed magic
ReplyDeleteNothing like it. I am convinced.
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