Shawn L. Bird

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poem-smoke August 1, 2017

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 8:56 pm
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Summer here,

choking heat

forests fill the sky

as ash.

 

poem-heat June 29, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:47 pm
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In this heat

my body is a compass needle,

aimed at cool water.

 

poem-dull June 28, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 4:40 pm
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Brain dull

too hot.

Siesta extends

for days.

 

poem-men-oh-pausssse July 2, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:27 pm
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In the heat

her fingers sizzle from inside out

raising an ocean on her forehead

rivers racing down her back,

internal pressure steam driven engine

hissing irritably

summer outside

summer inside

 

poem- air June 28, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 3:36 pm
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I breathe in air so warm

the hairs in my nose sizzle,

I attempt to read, but

heat melts my resolve.

The porch swing is like a hot bath,

washing away concern and energy.

Languid summer afternoon,

Shuswap heat wave.

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Fell asleep trying to read on my porch this afternoon.  When I came inside, I checked the thermometer: 43 C which is 109.4 F.  Just a tad warm!

 

poem- heat June 18, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 8:36 am
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Summer bakes us all

we glisten, basted,

glossy, full of scent

on the beach coconut

on the track athletic musk.

The dog lies panting

collapsed in a cool for now spot

We long for air conditioning

and winter ice.

 

 

poem- popping June 15, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 4:45 pm
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I am a kernel

dancing on the hot pavement.

I’m ready to pop!

 

poem- hot July 8, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:55 pm
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In dead of winter

when I am bundled in sweaters,

nursing hot chocolate

and shivering,

I will remember

sliding open the back door today

and how I was hit with a wall of air

so hot my finger tips feel

they’re glowing like ET’s.

In the meantime,

I’m grateful for a/c

and find typing with

molten finger tips

very interesting.

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haiku- hot dog July 28, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:25 pm
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Overheating dog

stretching out on the cool–floor’s

better than a swim.

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It’s better because I have poodles, and drying after the swim is beyond onerous!  Despite the breed being named for their task of bird-dogging into puddles, I prefer mine to stay dry, and they seem of the same mind!

 

 
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