A World at your feet overlooked
mouths sound off like open
city hydrants on a sweltering midday
welling to nothing but laughter
Hot grey crackled asphalt steams
dreams puddled, pooled
cat avoids the wet play
trundles by quickly
Redbrick reflects
welter of joy
cool pounds bodies
Shouts drown down from fire escapes
Sounds muffled by water
deny those words
escapades will stay
stopped only by an Official's wrench
Author notes
An updated addition I made to Errantheart's add-a-line. I liked it, and hope she doesn't mind
my reclaiming it.
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