It Wasn’t Just Allergies This Time

Sun is out,
weather fair,
leaves catch light,
birds appear—

If I could harness
these wracking chills,
channel them to burn
like solar mirrors,
we’d end our talk
of drilling down—

Beautiful day out there;
hot as fever in here.

This was an attempt to write to a prompt at Read Write Poem using specific words. I didn’t use them all, but was surprised by the direction things went because of the words in the list.

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