Summer of '06

It began early
Like a slow moving train
It ended somewhere
In the desert sand

Heat rises from
From the sizzling city streets
Boiling the poor souls
Walking and stumbling here
Sunlight reaches
Even the deepest shadow
People glance uneasily
At each other
Between the coughs
And the gasps
Never truly looking
At themselves
In the mirror

They glimpse
Their indistinct images
In the incomplete
shop window mirror
And dream in a haze
Of poison and mirages
Of desperate imagination

And thus they keep dreaming
Their insane dreams
While the world
Goes from bad to worse
Around them

Trinkets please these people
Mirages please them
While they dance
Their fake dance
Going out of their way
To avoid dancing
Avoid living
As happiness eludes them
As life itself
Keep slipping away

It was the summer of '06
Everything happened
Everything bad and good
Now and then

The summer of '06 began early
In the unease of people's mind
And in the never ending
Desert of the world
It's still there

Amos Keppler 2006-09-15