Summer Heat

Only early July the summer heat is brutal days will over a hundred degrees in the shade The evening does little to cool, her breezes warm So hot the stars seem to melt away as the moon crisp to a golden brown, the ground thirst rived with cracks as your clothes feel like loose skin layered onto your wet body by the sweat from the sweltering punishing summer heat. The sun does not shine it scorches and burns delicate plants wither their leafs browned Never enough water for any life abused by this heat In direct sunlight you feel your skin burning you sweat excessively, you are drained and fatigued as your soul exhume itself from your body ounce by ounce drop by drop dripping away into the shinny shimmer glimmer of the horizon as it dives into the belly of hell to cool itself off. The refuge of indoors with fans blowing and air conditioners churning air that neve feels cool enough. Too hot to sleep, too hot to eat. Your will to work long has evaporated into the glorious magnificence of the mighty harsh Sun. Outside the world becomes an oven baking away sizzle and crackle of life itself buckle by the summer heat Long pass the cold of December snows, so far from the freezing of January. In my youth we played outside in this heat riding bikes, roller skating, swimming at the public pool. Drink from the garden hose cool off with the slip and slide Mother would bring out a pitcher of ice Kool Aid. Summer tan us brown as we spit watermelon seeds for fun. We didn't even have air conditioning until I was ten. How did we do it back then? it was just as hot, we were not as soft You just lived life as it came and made the best of it. No complaining, no worries, just living day by day and those hot summers were expected and okay. Race you to 7-Eleven for a Slurpee.