Hawthorne St
The uneven sidewalk is stained
yellow-gray with pollen.
It’s a record year for it,
the newscasters tell us.
The pines must be proud.
The last cherry blossoms were washed
away last night; the dogwoods now are king.
They nod their thorny heads as I pass.
Someone is doing laundry, the artificial
dryer smell humid and warm.
It smells nothing like rain.
If the sky was any brighter
blue, it would ignite.
Pumpkin Doodle 
I saw this on PFFA and like the last two lines very much. If I weren’t so busy with NaPo myself, I’d give you a crit! 🙂
Good work! And good luck!
I am going to try and use your line-it may be late on Thursday-depends how fast I can write tonight.
Hey there,
Thought I’d let you know that I’ve used your prompt on a poem I wrote for Poetry Thursday.
Here’s the link:
http://truefalseidentity.blogspot.com/2007/04/out-here.html
Thanks for the inspiration, nice site you have here.
This is a lovely poem, very atmospheric
“If the sky were any brighter blue it would ignite”. . . I could never figure out how to describe it, you did! Enjoyed this tour on Hawthorne Street.