The Possibilities of Night

Standing as still as a tree
as a warm breeze passes over me,
the sweltering sun bakes my skin
to a golden crisp,

The happy little birds
hide in the shadows of the leaves
as they call to one another
"Dam, it's hot out here."
The Bee's come singing their song
of honey and summers heat,
"Thank the Bee Gods, its summer in N.Y.

The sidewalks slowly release the summers heat
that rises and latches on to mortar, brick and concrete.
The humidity heats the air you breathe
as its flames reach down into your lungs,

The summer clothes you wear
are those like Adam and Eve
a stitch here, a stitch there.
Eyes are covered with shades of night
as hair is worn high and tight,

Sun worshippers occupy every park
as water from sprinklers
dance in happy children's heart.
While mother's and nannies sit in shade
with the cooling drinks to re-hydrate,

Night falls on the flaming city
you can hear the slow sizzle
like a sigh from the city heat.
The city reservoirs drop six feet
as the days grim travels down
the city's drain lines,

A fresh set of summer wear
as you hear the call of the air
that beckons from the summer night
you eat, drink, and dance
breaking through to mornings light,

I love summer and New York,
for all the possibilities of the summer nights!