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 …
HOT AFTERNOON
heat bounces
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
A Summer Father … poems as deceptively simple and cunning as a sniper’s bullet. This book is a Remembrance Day poppy. Dave Margoshes