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Hot Child In The Urban Summer Dwelling

A Poem by Debbie_Philly
 
" 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 breathe. "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
unidentified unknown origins. Don't get me wrong there are allot of redeeming
qualities 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 neighbors, and relentless dripping humidity.
As they say here on the east coast "If it weren't for the humidity I
wouldn't mind the heat". Sure you wouldn't ( wink)
 
 
Windows opened as the baby across the alley way cries and the guy
next door yells at his girlfriend while she fires back screaming
like a fish wife.  The poor are getting their 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
likely would open a home for battered women and children, build the 
pool there.  **** how I wish I had it like that. 
 
I suppose 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 clammy 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
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