Summer

Boroughs are resurrected pure at dawn-
the night, such a rebellious child, smoked
relentlessly, laughed and trembled, breathless.
She exhaled scorched breaths through yellowed teeth and gums,
and stained glasses with thick, honey-colored rings.
Downpour arrives fast, he breaks up the party;
takes all the houses hostage, locked inside
their own thickets, and fences, and city.
He shakes teapots, spills the coffee brimmed in mugs.
Quiet pealed through the abandoned hallways,
alleyways and pavement soaked down to bone-
yet the smell is all I can remember.