Late Summer
I think a new poem
dramatic apocalyptic science
earthquake, hurricane, flood
a lone carp swims
in the darkened street
flashlights long nights
carrying water in and away
odd feathers appear
with other scents
from distant air
different birds occurring
leaving quickly
no goodbye
feeling cool now
writing of new days
getting back to playing
in orange waves of sunlight
imagining again
my tools
radiate clarity
I draw up a storm
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Image: “Late Summer” by Tullio DeSantis, altered ink drawing, 2011
Tullio DeSantis 
Remembering the enjoyment of summers past and recounting all I have done throughout the sunny weather. The colors, within the portrait, remind me of the music festival light shows. Also, relaxing and seeing bright and explosive burst of fireworks during warm summer nights. Looking forward toward this summer and enjoying these events over again, and experiencing the beauty of the summer season.
George S.