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Like a hot summer day
You plant the hose in between your imprinted hands from your bike handle riding all day long, all tangled up (no helmet on, racing neighborhood boys)
Like a snake so you try your best to unkink it
You turn on it, rickety and rusty and noisy handle
And you drink the hot water like it's Kool-Aid
Until it's a little cool
And you soak it up like a sponge
Summer can't end here
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Melissa Ingoldsby
I am a published author on Patheos.
I am Bexley is published by Resurgence Novels here.
The Half Paper Moon is available on Golden Storyline Books for Kindle.
My novella Carnivorous is to be published by Eukalypto soon! Coming soon
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Memories of childhood & mom's rule, "You're either in or out." (No going back & forth.) Drinks from the garden hose & snacks from the rhubarb patch.
Gotta love summer. Great verse and keep up the good work!
Like Cathy said, everything is hot. I turn on the cold water to shower and that comes out hot! Loved your poem Merly!
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Everything is hot, even the water. Summer, too hot right now. Nicely done.