At Last

We live in concrete jungles-

More like deserts

Close your eyes as cars push up dust

Cover your mouth and nose

Bits of dirt and sand and plastic

City sand in city wind

We are parched for water

Dry fountains melt with heat

Green mirages over four lane roads

Trees in traffic jams

Birdsong in car horns

Tarmac sticky just like sap

We crowd in busses and open windows

Broken glass makes sunlight-

Hot to the touch

At last it is summer