Daily poem: August stanza 1

July’s poems followed a common pattern and thread to became a single poem. This month I’m going to try something similar, a chain of images each one suggested by the last word of the preceding poem. They’ll be short, a single image of just a few lines. It will be interesting to see where it ends up by the end of the month.

 

August heat

sullen as a tired dog

falls in streams

of molten bronze.

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