February Poem 18/28
In The Summertime
Staring out the window from my bed
Dulled reds and fiery oranges fade into the gray
Dreary streaks of yellow overtake them all
And I can only find myself wondering why
As the dusk falls on the horizon
Skyline peppered with stars slowly coming into view
The sun seems to melt like an ice cream cone across the pavement sky
And only I can find myself wondering why
Oblique Strategy of the day: Left channel, right channel, centre channel