Small Street, Summer Heat

It was hot in the little house hidden on a side street Across the road was an industrial parkway Derelict vehicles decomposed steadily in the summer sun. Blocking the windows I tried to find relief in total darkness. But the heat clung to my skin like sap on a tree Slowly beading the sweet into drops which fell Like tears down my flushed face with the taste of salt Creeping in my open mouth reminding my dry throat To grind against itself in an attempt to swallow. Stripping naked I flung my body on the bed The heat bounce between my body and the mattress. There lay I in the dark oven of a room Dreaming about water. Fantasizing about fall and winter. Suddenly I remembered living along the great northern forests. The cool mornings with the early birds before sunrise. Charging the long grass soaked with delicate dew. I could feel the cold air in my lungs now, a mental mirage. Gluttony had decided to take vengeance on me, And I lay with discomfort instead of woman. Besides it was too hot for love. Seeking relief I smashed my head through the window pane To break through this stifling confinement only to find the sun. Picking glass from my forehead I examined the earth below. Baked dry in the sun, loosed by the tread of foot and paw. A dog whines out of sight, crying for all of trapped in this heat.