By Pavel Chichikov
Those iron boots make frightening noises
A giant comes they call July
His face an angry cumulus
A flash of lightning in his eye
But on his way the giant goes
Exposing miles of boiling back
Leaves a trail of daisy heads
And bergamot along his track
He covers ground in giant steps
From city park to garden patch
Where he leaves his sodden footprints
Flowers bloom and insects hatch
His legs are long, he strides a mile
Then out to sea to rain a while
(Click here to follow Pavel's ongoing epic poem “The Shoulder of the Sun.” You may visit Pavel's website at http://www.greyowlpress.com.)
