GENE WILDER
by Amanda Deo
Back then, when
we counted faces
for fun and bent a
leg against the all-
night ice cream truck,
where kids got
bullied for the
chance at a
hero, I saw you
hold her as if you
were copy writing a
ball of yarn, a
hydrant cried
for a heat wave.
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Author's Note
It's the hottest day of the year today. I've been thinking a lot about summer. I've been thinking a lot about love in summer. I've been thinking a lot about how we inflict pain on one another during the course of love in the summer time.
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This is fantastic. Counting faces for fun indeed.
Can feel the heat.
Thanks guys! It's been so hot here lately. A summer poem felt like it was in order!
Marvelous lines:
"I saw you
hold her as if you
were copy writing a
ball of yarn, a
hydrant cried
for a heat wave."
Good poem. *