Summers

summers,
even the dew is hot
waves painting the air
blurring the street and sidewalk
baking black pavement
blistering flip-flopped feet
burning shoulders scarlet
breezeless afternoons
sweat-soak our shirts
scorch blistered bare feet
and all you can do is sit
‘cause even the dew is hot
in the summer.
♠ ♠ ♠
2001