Spring was watching for weeds to grow in the cracked concrete sidewalks,
the dazzling pop of fresh green leaves all appearing prime for brewing tea,
comforter dreams lingering on, satin and silk,
brisk morning walks, the invigorating air.
Summer’s sweaty nights have come early this year,
me lying stuck to sheets and pillows last night,
the leaves already turning, sucked dry of moisture, browning and brittle,
air-conditioning exhaust is everywhere, super heating a world
sunk in a soup of gritty skies and noxious fumes.