Praise Poem
IT SEEMED THAT THE TOWN LAY BENEATH THE ETHER OF TIME.NOTHING STIRRED. THE HEAT PARALYZED MEN AND OBJECTS ASNOTHING WOULD EVER AGAIN COME ALIVE. THE YOUNG GOATS ASIF FROZEN IN A FINAL ACT HUGGING THE HOUSE WALLS. THE REDEARTH FLOODED THE ROADS AND SPREAD THROUGH THE YARDS. ITWAS SO HOT THAT THE SUN LINGERED STUCK IN THE CENTRE OF THEDAY. THE POCKED ASPHALT OF THE ROADS GAPED LIKE WOUNDS.NOT THE SLIGHTEST MOVEMENT ON THE CLOTHESLINES. SHADELIVED NO MORE. A CAR PASSED, THEN ANOTHER.THE WELLING UP OF A MOTORCYCLE.
