Fire of the scorching summer
Singes every cell of my skin
The devil’s hell has drawn near
Retribution of my
bundled sin!
The Sun angrily glares above
Tortures me with thirst deep
At day it whips every pore
At night it spears my sleep!
Forgive me, O sister summer
It’s not a grumbling whine
I know and am glad
about it
Gifts You bring sweet and fine!
Jacks and mangoes are hanging
From the generous loving trees
We will slurp of your kindness
To our hearts content sans fees!
When you pack to wave farewell
To tour other lands for a year
Your gifts will remind of you
Help wait for summer cheer!
Xavier Bage
Mon, April 22, 2018
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