August's Hard Sun

October 5, 2009
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engine roaring, propelling
a car going eighty-something
on a wide slab of white colored concrete
and a woman
and a girl-woman with
awkward knees that her mother could barely recognize
after the weeks and weeks spent apart.
Hard Sun burning the passenger's skin in the old convertible
and the speakers blasting skies and ears with “losing my religion”.
Not the girl-woman’s choice.

girl-woman's ears stuffed with
white earbuds
playing loud lullabies that
lead her back two hundred miles,
to the picaresque moments she remembers:
the dining room with her friends,
the small room with her roommate,
the seven fans in the room creating paths of of twisted circulation,
an attempt to stifle the heat from the Hard Sun...

woman tears girl-woman from her reverie
(which girl-woman resents)
to tell her that next year is just around the corner.
girl woman looks away from her mother's eyes
and each, in their own yearning,
sit in silence as they drive into the Hard Sun.

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MadAsAHatter This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Oct. 12, 2009 at 10:05 pm
this is really cool, it's interesting
Inkspired said...
Oct. 12, 2009 at 6:41 pm
I like how you say girl-woman! This is a wonderful poem about summer, I was just wondering why the concrete is white.
FreeVerser101 said...
Oct. 12, 2009 at 4:13 pm
hmm, very simple but interesting...
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