I think I feel summer on my hands
As a sky folds warmly
Over a black city lit up.
The streets are drying off,
The sky leaves.
A light wind of nothing,
That will never be felt again,
Dances past me and into the citylife.
The city stands up to the reminder
That we are on fire again.
Author notes
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A contest entry
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Comments
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Definitely catches the feeling of urban night in the summer.
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Nice poem. Well written, well structured. Thanks for entering.
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Nicely written
Much enjoyed the read
Good luck to you in the contest!
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