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                                    Summer

 

 

                                    walking down the street through a corridor of time

                                    and the sun has been kissing me all day

 

                                    the cars are groaning their mating-calls

                                    and the bottleshops glow like urinals

            

                                    soon iíll have made it all the way home

                                    and the fridge will show me its teeth

 

                                    then my heart will become almost as still

                                    as a white cherry pip in a deep red bowl

 

                                    and i will have a lustrous silence

                                    to sit within

 

 

 

                            COPYRIGHT MATT HETHERINGTON 2003

 


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