Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

we set our igloos
there @ 10 to six
amidst the gravel
and rebar debris
as the sun begins
to rise on another
96 degrees in the
shade day
momentary trips
there and a shot
of gatorade tease
the senseless
like slaves we make
the scale as the stain
of salt covers our
wet shirts
11:25 divine time
we sit for 1/2 hour
sipping sodas beneath
the grace of that
old shade tree

that's hot. sounds like on the ground at a burning man festival

you took me there.

~westie

rod-bustin' in summer heat.
seems like we've built so many of these places already.

learned the craft of shade in the desert.
it's not plentiful, it takes some imagination,
the simple grace of shade.

when it's this hot, I just pray for a little "Distant Thunder".....

worked construction for 16 years....I love dem big trees.........

My favorite by you.

This is a fine piece of writing ,Mark.

a workaday world nicely portrayed.

The only thing I trip on here is:

another
96 degrees in the
shade day

...and then later

the grace of that
old shade tree

the two seem in conflict

yeah, shade trees are unique in summer!!!!!!!

Wireman, this piece is shade it'self.
I mean, i felt cooled off just reading it!
Bravo sir.
H

thanks for reading everyone....yeah when the sun's beating down on u all day and the rebar's so hot it blisters the skin, 96 degrees in the shade is pretty cool........

great poem, mark

I walked outside to think about it
it was 102
I came back in
where I bend pixels in the cool