Boiling Point

Written for: The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #254

Words: sweep, shadow, swarm, boiling,paint, shimmering, fury, crow, ripple, park, rise, erupt

Rippling, shimmering streets
Come to boiling point in heat-swept
Fury of afternoon sun, without
Shadow of cloud in blue-painted
Sky. Crows screech, swarms
Of tourists flock to beaches
And parks for shady spaces,
Cool water breezes. Evening
Brings a blackout, shuts down
The city. Several neighborhoods
Erupt in violence and looting
Of shops. By sunrise, shattered
Glass shimmers in the aftermath.

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About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are in the process of returning to New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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