Summer’s End

The Neighborhood Flux

We will end the summer
with a terracotta sunset
just before
the sky seeks diversion
in darkening clouds
At last, spilling out
a long-sought summer rain
showering down
tap, tap, tap
drops of water
upon windows and walks
And down the street
Dina’s old air conditioner hums
a final baritone salute
to the season of the sun
The man who now lives
in Tom’s old house
packs his electrical supplies
ready for the 7 AM grind
speeding his Chevy down
Avenue H
reeling from
bottomless well drinks
and finite sleep
The Scribe of Grant Street
turns to his pen
and begs it not to scribble
the…