That’s when I thought of you

The air was burning, fire in my lungs,
the horizon shimmered
dissolving the sparse trees
then remaking them – perfectly;
that’s when I thought of you.

Under the shadow of the eucalypts,
desiccating in a riverbed yearning for water,
swallowing sandpaper in delirious bliss,
the sky blue without blemish;
that’s when I thought of you.

As night arrived and the air cooled,
merely toasting me gently,
the stars emerged to peer through the leaves,
twinkling in the distance, out of reach;
that’s when I thought of you.

I could almost squeeze them in my palm,
swat the occasional shooting star
that ripped the sky so briefly
that’s when I embraced the chance to dream;
that’s when I thought of you.


It’s going to be 39 degrees Celsius today, so I thought this was an appropriate post

About George Fripley
I am a writer who enjoys writing humour, satire, poetry and sometimes a bit of philosophy. I live in Perth, Western Australia and occasionally get a poem or article published. It's all good fun! I have two books available for unwary readers, Grudges, Rumours and Drama Queens- The Civil Servant's Manual (This contains all that anybody could ever want to know about why government runs so slowly) and More Gravy Please! - the Politician's Handbook. (available through Amazon). Real name Peter Tapsell...just started off writing under a pseudonym and kept going.

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