Charles J. Ingerson

SUMMER SANDS

Blasting from the sun
carried on to shores
restlessness to be sung
as in classical scores.

Constant slow demands
evolving in this furnace
baking Summer sands
ever entwined romance.

Burning the skin deep
beating unrelentingly
kernels of glass seep
soon bound dependently.

Searing heat explodes
amid the languid sky
energy which implodes
as Summer sands cry.