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Hot Day Jazz

Another poem – this one working with extended metaphor.

Ripple Poetry

Hot day like a trumpet blast
of melodic riffs that rise but
never quite fall;

each note finally dripping into
a sweat drop
going flip flop on
the pavement.

Overheated notes trying to
keep the jazz afloat
fingers that won’t stop
pushing the buttons
in the search for cool.

Calling out for the cool change
seeking the release from the water key
brass melt away
hot day.

Trumpet make the people
rain dance
pump the pavement
with their call for cool.

(c) June Perkins

And now it’s time for the extended metaphor poem.  I’ve been looking forward to this one.

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