Johnny pumps sprinkle water on the kids in its midst
A modern city’s version of a provincial mist
The drifting mist calls, but I somehow resist
Knowing wet clothes aren’t high on my boss’ list
From blocks away I can see the asphalt steam
Summer in the city makes me want to scream
Summer sun blazes down on the street
Feels like my soles are melting off my feet
It’s just 8 AM and I’m sweating from the heat
I’ve got a long day to go and already feeling beat
The humidity making it all the more extreme
Summer in the city makes me want to scream
Perfectly pressed suit of the business woman
Perfectly squashed in the subway sardine can
Hotter than the devil’s cooking pan
Even in the shade I’m catching a tan
Skin feels like jelly oozing through my seam
Summer in the city makes me want to scream
Sweat drips and I can feel the drop of each
Fall to places my fingers simply just can’t reach
Another working Jane, dodging taxi tires’ screech
Adamantly not losing my manners with my speech
The horns, the haze, the heat, it all seems
Summer in the city makes me want to scream
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Raivenne-lations 
Skin feels like jelly oozing through my seam…yikes, great description….def feel the heat in this one…and want to go join the kids in the mist whether the boss likes it or not….
I see you’re not afraid to use rhythm that thumps like a heartbeat and a rhyme scheme that kicks the backside of each line. Much appreciated.
M
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Marie Marshall
author/poet/editor
Scotland
Hang in there! It’ll be snowing before you know it! You’ll be thinking to yourself, “Hmmm, that snowball seems to be getting bigger,” then, BAM! It’ll hit ya!
Well understood – i live in NYC! I love the subway sardine can compared to devil’s pan esp. Great music here. k.
Brian, kvennarad, Charles and ManicDdaily – Thank you for your comments.