The sun melts off the sky onto clammy skin
The dark is intruded
by a hundred lights dangling off the balconies
and car hoods as they rush, head lowered, tails stiff.
The pavement snakes, unending, a constant bubbling pot
of broken pavers, raw asphalt and ditches, pausing
every now and then,
to tug at shoelaces like they're old friends.
There is air in my lungs
Grey and grim but they work their way
dissolving into rushing bood straight up
to the chatter of my worrier brain.
There is the horn and the screeches and the hungry babble of the city
weaving into the dulcet tones of my earphones.
The air, the music, the lights.
The adrenaline.
Hello there, summer.
