water through new polyurethane
smells like childhood summers,
the cool water through
the electric green garden hose
after a sweaty bike ride
through the topography
of my fall-line neighborhood,
pick-up backyard ballgames,
letting the hot water,
sun-warmed inside the coils
run out into the pinestraw
of the flowerbeds--
else the hot metal sears a lip
waiting for the cool splash
into the mouth and down the throat
swallowing summer
in cold, delicious
mouthfuls.
About the Creator
Harper Lewis
Ekke Ekke Ekke Ekke Ptang Zoo Boing!
Intrusive rhyme bothers me, except as a weapon.
Intertextuality is my passion.
Formalist/ New Critical are my guiding theories.
My words are mine, not a robot’s.
MA English literature, CofC
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