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Summer Doldrums


By Andrew ArnettPublished 4 years ago 1 min read

The dog days of summer are here. you can feel

the dead air clinging to the trees.

the water evaporating from the sky.

the people are dazed. the people are

looming ghosts.

it is like a ghost town here, in New York.

the city bus crawls by. there is one passenger on


the cop cars patrol the desert landscape

but the espresso machines still hum.

bad music spews from the radio.

the summer doldrums have hit the city. hard.

and it is a good time to make an escape.

no one would notice you missing.

no one would notice you gone.

I’m halfway gone as it is.

surreal poetry

About the Creator

Andrew Arnett

Freelance writer living in Brooklyn, NY.

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