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Summer Ghosts

Updated on April 21, 2017
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Audrey is a poet, classical singer and voice teacher, recovering attorney and licensed psychotherapist.

by: bella_domaine
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My #21 for National Poetry Month


when days grow long

so does love

curled up in a parking lot

tarmac,

radiating heat.


i drink a lemonade

slowly, sip pulp.

the way you loved

lemonade,

makes me wince

way up in this tree.


recalling days when

we sat underneath

this old girl,

i look for you


arising with the heat.

© 2017 Audrey Howitt

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 3 months ago from Riga, Latvia

      Love the image of sitting under the tree. Just the right poem for my side of the world. We have a large oak in the garden beneath which we sit.

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      mckbirdbks 4 months ago from Emerald Wells, Just off the crossroads,Texas

      Hi Audrey - You see some very creative visions.

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      Linda Crampton 4 months ago from British Columbia, Canada

      The imagery is lovely, as always. The poem also seems to express sadness. It's a beautiful combination.

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      FlourishAnyway 4 months ago from USA

      This makes me think of my youth. Lovely, vivid poem.

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      Audrey Howitt 4 months ago from California

      Thank you Venkatachari!

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      Venkatachari M 4 months ago from Hyderabad, India

      Beautiful poem with vivid imaginations of heat and love.

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      ThreeKeys 4 months ago from Australia

      Love th pic, it makes me think of summer and her heat.

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      Ralph Schwartz 4 months ago from Idaho Falls, Idaho

      Very nice, read it twice!

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      Gina Welds Hulse 4 months ago from Rockledge, Florida

      Love the imagery. "curled up in a parking lot tarmac," sounds extremely hot. For some reason, when I read this poem it took me back to my barefoot running days. We ran on the tarmac back home barefooted. Our feet were black and hard after years of running this way.

      My favorite tree was a coconut tree that I would sit under and watch the cruise ships go by. It was right across from my Aunt's house, whom I visited every Easter as a child.

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      Ruby Jean Fuller 4 months ago from Southern Illinois

      Wow Audrey! Who hasn't sat under a tree with the one they love? I don't know about heat in a tarmac, but you go girl. Ha. This was a fun and clever poem....

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      manatita44 4 months ago from london

      Some heat! Cool!