Wavering heat lays atop the black asphalt
and it rolls
Bending and shaping the hardened tar
Summer hurts your eyes
and your lungs
as scalding warmth is drawn in
You taste the chlorine pools as you walk past them
and feel the thunderstorms forming on the tip of your tongue
It is a mixture of pressure and anticipation
But it is nothing compared to the smell
of someone walking in from being outside
The cool airconditioned air mixed with
the heat
the sweat
like a silvery metallic
and salt.