Happy Friday!

My chosen poem this week is by another new poet for me. John Updike (1932-2009) was an American novelist, poet, short story writer, art and literary critic.

August

The sprinkler twirls.
The summer wanes.
The pavement wears
Popsicle stains. 

The playground grass
Is worn to dust. 
The weary swings
Creak, creak with rust.

The trees are bored
With being green.
Some people leave 
The local scene

And go to seaside
Bungalows
And take off nearly
All their clothes. 

John Updike

Happy Reading

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