Summer in the suburbs

the sun that slips in every ephemeral space as a stream of water into the cracks on the asphalt and concrete water in the fountains painting rainbows in the sky around an eloquent silence fills the empty space Summer in the suburbs is a lethargy the city will born again in Fall the harvest wind carved with the grape must scent
will come from the countryside into the city 
we will sit in the square and wait
stories to share on the bench we have
so we will not despair since we know that not far from here,
there is a good country that is gentle to the heart
and then we shall smile again to Autumn and to the new wine and come what may Summer in the suburbs

Marco Bo
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