Corn, and sparks
Running barefoot through the dirt
Night falls - slowly
Logs crackling loudly
Who dares come closest?
Blowing on a burn.
Sleeping in a pile,
Boy girl boy, who cares?
We're all the same.
Corn, and sparks
Sweet summer melancholy
Framed in my mind.
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Written as an entry for the July 2017 Poetry Contest by WP_Poetry
The first of my contest entries that does not submit to a specific form, which resulted in me posting it in a new book in which I'll be gathering my free verse. I guess lazy summer days expressed themselves in a lack of form.
