Sunday, July 1, 2012

Welcome To July

It's 97 Degrees in North Brooklyn and
there are chicken feathers on the sidewalk,
but that's nothing new.
There is no shade this time of day,
and I wander to the studio, to the bank, to the grocer.
Almost in a fever, I buy bags and bags of fruit for the blender.
I don't want to talk to anyone.

I can hear the neighbor kids playing in their little above-ground pool through the back window,
down the lane of gardens,
and from their glee you'd think it was olympic-sized.
I blend watermelon, sugar, ice and lime and pour it into a cold jar.
I spill some on my shirt.
I sit on the couch and think of you.

For Allison

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