The FAB&PP Poem of the Month for September 2017
summer movies
summer tan
the first fried
clam
[too hot
to
write
poetry]
at
the beach
the breeze the
sand the
'barely'
seventeen
[too
old
to write poetry]
and
at
home
as the air
conditioner
blast overpowers
the hum of the
fans
[too
tired
to do
anything
but
slowly
slip into
dreams
about
summer
and
youth
and
poetry]