Cross Currents

It's hot out

L.F. Norefleet
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it’s hot out

a ripe ninety-three I
keep a window open-
just gets hotter.
the ice cream moans
down the cracking street:
little ones run and trip
past an open window-

and it’s hot out.

I don’t know how to cool
chew an ice cube maybe
I think of our cool spring
running down the roaring,
rain showering street
I turn to her
she smiles, she wipes
the rain off my rained-on cheeks
in the ice cream shop.
sitting in that misty night
while we watch that rain patter,
with our misty eyes
in our cool spring.

but it’s hot out.


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  • SUBMIT
  • THE TEAM
  • WRITTEN WORK
    • POETRY
    • FICTION
  • VISUAL ART
    • PAINTINGS AND DRAWINGS
    • Sculpture
    • PHOTOGRAPHY
  • MUSIC
  • CONTESTS
    • UPCOMING CONTESTS
    • CONTEST WINNERS
  • ARCHIVES
    • Visual Art Archives
    • MUSIC ARCHIVES
    • Creative Writing
  • QUARANTINE ART
  • SOCIAL JUSTICE