The Walk from the Pool to the Bike
Heat
Kisses my chilled skin
Crisp with chlorine
Legs swing and melt
Into each gravel crunch
Heat
Seeps in deep
Soaks the very marrow
Breaths come so full and smooth
One more and I could fly
Heat
Slips through my hair
Flutters the skirt
Loose around my knees
Heat
Drenches slanting shadows
Lilies soused with gold
Overarch my path
Heat
Bakes into cricket’s trills
Into the Cicadian waves
That break on my ears
Like the sea
Heat
Pulls out the languid lilt
Of the sunset robin
A moon is rising
Rich as cream and
Full to bursting
P.S.
This perfect summer moment is brought to you in memory of Spalding Gray and his never-ending search for perfect moments.
Hi Katie-so great to see your wonderful words! This is a perfect poem too, for that moment. I especially like the repetition and that next to last verse, "the languid lilt of the sunset robin." The robins aren't nearly as vocal at the end of the day as at the beginning. Till next time!
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