First Storm Of Summer

 

The first storm

Of summer

Sometimes lulls

You into its

Gray melancholy,

Wraps you in

A wet misty blanket,

Piles smokers

In doorways

And under overhangs

Trying to keep

Their fires dry,

Hides the street

People away

Somewhere,

Relegates the sexy

Ones to dance

 Only in your

Imagination,

In the sunny clips

Culled from memory.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “The Fourth Book” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

11:36 AM June 27, 2014