i'm a summer of peach rings
jingling grocery doors
blast the cool a.c.
five dollars for tea money,
the least we can afford.
trudge back home with tunes
sometimes i hum, but quietly
though most of the people strolling the streets
are simply construction workers (i wave to them,
my mother didn't teach me to be rude.)
or students like me.
i may willingly walk home to stall a bit,
but the sweat dripping down my back
is quite itchy and a car would probably cancel this out.
this is only for a week, i remind myself.
my fingers are coated in sugar
so i lick the artificial peach flavour off.
great, now i have a sticky back and sticky fingers.
alas, i reach for more of the candy that gets old quick.
now it is shoved in my bag.
summer is sometimes sweet,
don't go delusional from the heat.
-jb
