Summer

Written by: Judith Angell Meyer

The ceiling fan turns
seemingly without purpose,
sending a slight ripple of
shivers into the still air.

The porch isn't any cooler.
Tears of sweat make their way down
a slender glass of iced tea,
drinking up smaller beads,
becoming a rivulet as gravity brings
it more quickly into the pool
around the bottom of the glass.

A rivulet of sweat
makes its way down her chest
sending a tickle
as it finds its way between her breasts.

A sip of tea
cools her throat as it
makes its way down to
cool the soul of summer.