Packing the Mini-Storage

I have come to love humidity

The Mid-Western Sun Blasts the shelter

              we share

 

Long afternoon August Heat permeates  

              the half closed

                     sliding door

 

       warm cement,

         

          shoes go first

 

       there's a space without a box

 

              -against-

 

       the warm metal wall...

 

tops next as the beads of moisture

 

          collect and fall..

 

Rapture

Sweat

Dust

Corn, in nearby field

 

Does Anyone See

 

Long past caring

 

       The Union of Souls

                 driven

              to move

                        on...

                                                       

chef paul seaman

Author's Note

it was Hot that day

Reviews

[SHEEMA HUQ]

I like the way you give context to this piece with descriptions of the great outdoors, in a concise yet meaningful manner, an enjoyable piece and the structure is excellent.

[John]

A real sense of that August day is communicated with your words - the heat holding everything down and the spirit wanting to rise. A fine achievement.

[Paul Seaman]

thank you, a good observation