Response to Tuesday Tryouts: Summer Style

Hmmm...my friend Margo Roby says write a summer poem. Margo says write a list of all things summer and then don't mention any of the things on the list. And don't sound cliché.OK here goes:One cliché summer sunset over the Laurentiens photo...so far so good...I’m not sounding cliché, I’m looking cliché...lol.Ok... seriously...one summer-everything-on-my-list-not-mentioned poem, actually, a very surrealistic poem.Summer walkif we walk by the side of the riverwhose curling waves undermine the bankif we walk among the treeswhose curling leaves mark our faces greenif we hasten through the darknessthat is full of hands with curling fingersif we evade the whispering wavesthe writhing leavesthe clutching fingersand if the house still standsand the door is openand we enter unscatheda fire will be waitingand we shall rise like smokeblacken the raftersand dance on the roof like birdsfly awayand pierce the sky with our beaks