Summer
comes again
in strides
of heat
and the Sun
scorches
the concrete
streets
blurring
the passing
cars,
while the oak
leafs grow
darkest green
and darkest
brown,
a boy drops
newspapers
on every
porch and
an old man
in purple
beaten robes
picks it up,
a lady jogs
through
the morning
light
and more cars
pass by
blurred,
and
on the corner
brother, sister,
set their
lemonade stand,
little business
people,
the heat is tough
and a fan
grumbles inside
our home
and
I type away
on
the laptop
perspiring badly,
wishing to
turn on the A/C
but we can't
afford a
bigger
electric bill,
I need a drink,
or a nice
breeze at
the very least,
one
cool
Summer breeze.