I remember summer in the city;
sidewalks etched with shadows, sunlight striking
all around me, and

the long, hot days of play that never ended, my
youth spent as we
played in the fountains, buying ice cream
at exorbitant prices because
we could, and did

I remember the hum of air conditioners
offices with vent shafts
erupting heat like angry beasts
if approached from the wrong side
sun beating down with
no end in sight

I remember the lazy days, flickering, blurring together
with nothing to separate one week from the last
the quiet, blissful peace where sky meets sea
across an ocean of hope, a green world of sticky air

I remember those days
and even now, I miss them.