Hey y’all!
Sometimes I shelve projects when I don’t feel they are where I want them to be. I usually come back to it in some form, but I have been known to cast away a project or two.
This is a poem I created for my “Mass Transit” collection called “The Heat.” It didn’t make the final cut (but so many great poems did!) so I posted it here.
“The Heat”
The race is on
Some call it pressure, others the game
For when the sun goes down
There can only be one
Millions of eyes
All looking forward
The events of the day
Fade from memory
The lights caresses the skin
It’s warm, unforgiving
A trial with no judge
But millions on the jury
A lifelong dream
Being front and center
The word on the lips
Or the lash of the tongue.
–Flobo
Flobo Boyce 