I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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28 November 2013

Here

Sky blue burning.
Summer is here
as always, ahead of time.

Hot, hot, hot, we love it 
from inside our cooled houses,
our beaches and swimming-pools.

Evenings, we sit out
on shady verandahs,
watching the local birds.

Mornings, we're up with the sun,
watering and weeding
before that sun climbs high.

Nights, we lie under 
just one sheet, with the fan on.
Here in the Caldera, living is good.

Poetic Asides November Poem A Day Chapbook Challenge 2013: day 27, local

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