hot one

hottest day
only the yellow
of a buttercup
is holding steady

everything else
is wilted
looking about ready
to die

the sun’s no friend
he’s set his mind
to burning

I’d try to look him in the eye
but I think
that he would leave me

the shade
beneath the oak tree
is a world
in a cocoon

the temperature in there
is set to

the lake
is not so far away
a little later
I think I’ll go in

talk to the sun
in bubbles
from underwater

a small breeze
ruffles leaves
up high

if it should decide
to visit
a little lower


we’ll survive
to the end
of the day

© Frank Prem, 2017

Poem #07: let the runners run

8 thoughts on “hot one

  1. talk to the sun
    in bubbles
    from underwater

    oooh now that is delicious and unexpected – great great stanza – and it really makes the poem – love the placement and how this whole piece unfolds – well done Frank! 😀

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