Hot Child In The Urban Summer Dwelling

Poem about the heat in the city ....;)

Hot Child In the Summer Urban Dwelling

 

 

The city streets are buckling under the  sticky smoldering heat.

Urban life at this moment can be so draining while tensions are

high. People stop,wipe the sweat from their brow as they attempt

to inhale and breath. "Hey I heard that wheeze from across the street Tony". 

 

Heat choking the life out of us like a looming marauding monster.

Beads drip from angry faces while tempers flare, sirens roar in a city

of despair. Yes Will Smith's song "Summer Time" and the spark of

nostalgia from BBQ's help but its still Spring. 

 

If you have the money you can take a drive down the Jersey shore

or to the Poconos cooling peaks.

A place to breath without choking pollution, heat advisory's and the smells of

unidentfied unknown origins. Don't get me wrong there are allot of redeaming

quaitly's of summer in the city too.

 

 

Dinning alfresco, summer concerts, water ice, open fire plugs, Mister Softy

and block parties.  Small reliefs of the constant three wheelers screeching 

down the Blvd, fighting nieghboors, and relentless driping humidty.

As they say here on the east coast "If it werent for the humidity I

wouldnt mind the heat". Sure you wouldnt ( wink)

 

 

Windows opened as the baby across the alley way crys and the guy

next door yells at his girlfriend while she fires back screaming

like a fish wife.  The poor are getting thier relief from a rubber hose

spraying water and the rich are relaxing in the Hamptons.  Well I guess

if I had it like that I would enjoy it as well, then again I more

likey would open a home for battered women and children, build the 

pool there.  S**t how I wish I had it like that. 

 

I suposse theres no sense in complaining about the heat, just write 

it out the best way I know how to deal. So excuse me while I leave

you now to step onto cool tiles of the tub, turn on the crystal clear

water and wash the clamy sticky heat down the drain.  Into the Delaware

river of redemption as I take my  sixth shower of the day (wink) .

 

 

By : Debbie Mills Kelly

 

 

 

Reviews

[Michael X]

wow, the nostalgia is brilliant and transports the reader to another place
and time, where the sun is scorching and the memories are cool water,
touching and heartfelt work, I enjoyed every detail

[Debbie_Philly]

Hey Michael !! :) Thank you very much !! its always a pleasure !!!

[Emily B]

my a/c quit when i was pregnant with child number 3, there was no money to fix it, she's nine now and we still live without it, i'm not sure i would want to live with it again

though brief visits to cool places make me appreciate them more

[Debbie_Philly]

Thank you Emily for reading ... it means allot !!! :)

[Debbie_Philly]

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