"July Dawn, Phoenix" over at Every Day Poets
I have a new poem up over at Every Day Poets: "July Dawn, Phoenix."
It was weird to read this poem again after not looking at it for a few months. I can walk outside here in the mornings right now and live this poem. Our low temperatures at night hover around 90 degrees. The monsoon season has arrived, so often it's humid and the cicadas can buzz loudly at times. However, in the wee hours of the morning when few cars are out, those air conditioners roar in surround sound.
Six years here, and I never quite get used it.
It was weird to read this poem again after not looking at it for a few months. I can walk outside here in the mornings right now and live this poem. Our low temperatures at night hover around 90 degrees. The monsoon season has arrived, so often it's humid and the cicadas can buzz loudly at times. However, in the wee hours of the morning when few cars are out, those air conditioners roar in surround sound.
Six years here, and I never quite get used it.
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