Sultry Afternoon Poem by DM W

Sultry Afternoon



The afternoon is overripe
It's as if thousands of strange fruit
Are about to fall into our laps
The summer sun is like a beast
Draining us of our very life-force
I feverishly contemplate
How these sultry, wearisome hours
Will influence my dark, tenebrous art.

Friday, April 12, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: summer
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