Someone is stoking the furnace.
The coal has been shoveled in--
little by little-- all summer
and is now being lit with a heavy hand.
The world is surreal
in the wavy mirage
that is the final time
between relaxation
and responsibility.
Summer hopes give way
to monsters in the closet
and solitary naked dreamers
in clothed classrooms
taking tests
for which
they have
not
studied.
5 comments:
"Taking tests for which they have not studied." That says it all.
It does. This time of year is like that for me.
I understand that feeling. For me it come in summer when the heat is so oppressive and the dreams so high that they cannot seem to be reconciled on some days!. Well done!
Linda
oh, it does, doesn't create a longing for the lazy days of summer...
Thanks, Linda and Kay! Those yearly rhythms stay with you, don't they?
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