Summer explodes into the day.

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Crying bairns;
Screaming mums,
the heat is up
summers come.
Flowers bloom
Insects fly,
I pause to write
beneath a topaz sky.
Hooting cars,
shouting men
giggling girls
meeting freinds.
Pale legs
cleavages out,
wolf whistles
and bored men about.
Burning heat and
barely nine
weather today
Is truly fine.

Karen Hayward ©2016