Summer is in fire
city melts
acrylic blues
he lived a life time on the ttc
strange visit ride
summer is on fire
lost and stolen
tripped on the dot
and laughed at the clouds
forming darker horizons
pale light from within
city burned while we rode
an ever blistering sky
dreams awoke the dreamer
silently.
The Borg Poet 
Elliptical and challenging — re-reading is rewarded. Nicely done.
Thanks David! Feel free to re-read often!
wow – there’s a lot of intensity in your writing…you paint those city summer fires well..city burned while we rode
an ever blistering sky…gorgeous
Thanks for your comments Claudia. It has been an intense existence.
Feels like today here 🙂 nice write
I agree I love your intensity, its very raw and powerful
Thanks for the comment!
“tripped on the dot
and laughed at the clouds” is almost like direction in a screenplay.
fabulous.
come join us again.
🙂
I will and thanks for having me!