Hot Afternoon

Posted on August 14, 2013 by Joanna M. Weston

It’s hot. We’ve closed the curtains in the house to keep
the heat out. Beaches are crowded with kids, families,
trying to keep cool. And the car bakes in the sunshine …

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HOT AFTERNOON

heat bounces                                          076.7.15.13
from the car roof

light explodes
from the windscreen
blinding    burning time
and asphalt
in summer’s welcome

I unlock
the furnace
and slide into
Daniel’s dream
of lions

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summerfathercoverA Summer Father … poems as deceptively simple and cunning as a sniper’s bullet. This book is a Remembrance Day poppy. Dave Margoshes

About Joanna M. Weston

Born in England, she lives in British Columbia. She is married with three sons, Joanna has an MA from the University of British Columbia. She has published in numerous anthologies and in magazines in Canada, the US, UK, and New Zealand, such as Canadian Women's Studies, Convolvus, Endless Mountains Review, Grain, Green's Magazine, Prairie Fire, Spin, Wascana Review, CBC Gallery, and many more...
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