Early July nights

Early July nights,
And the illuminated street lamps, glorifying
The street corners and brick lay alleys.
Cat’s hissing accompanied by the beetles humming.
Compliments to the heavy summers sigh.
Humid, heavy, headaches.
Lay naked, low, towards the rotating fan.
Momentary relief-
Up on this third story,
Brick lay oven town house.
Sifting onto those musky salt sheets.
The city’s street urchins crawl on
Into the night,
Only to hide in tomorrow’s shade.
Their voices and car engines
Lullaby thee into sweet sailing dreaming.