Summer Night

A poem

© Sherryl Clark

Warm damp air sits heavy on us

as we sprawl lethargic

in our tossed-and-turned beds.

It’s not so late

but the hours have crawled

and the breeze is still.

Silence hovers, the night is

bloated with humidity

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Writer, teacher, editor, book lover — www.sherrylclarkwritingcoach.com is where I offer editing and manuscript development services.

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