- Jon Moore
Warm air
Wafts in
Cool is aware
It’s time will end
By noon
Or less
The Cool
Will undress
And in it’s shoes
Won’t be feet
No singing the blues
In there will be heat
Late spring
In BoBo time
Blue skies sing
In striated rhyme
Feel skin cook
Heart’s on fire
Springtime looks
You’ll get no higher
Right here today on the Bo Bay
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