VAPID REFRAINS

Summer skies burning 
White hot flames 
Flat torpid sheets 
No flicker to its name. 

Comatose air 
Dry, rarefied 
Its listless pallor 
Ironically bright. 

Hopes and dreams 
Lie clotted in veins 
Deathly halos 
Ghostly games. 

Desperate longings 
In their stillness tease 
Breathless anticipation 
Of a gentle breeze. 

~The insipid life of hot soporific summers

MS