A blazing hot day in April, a sign
Of a long and sultry summer to come.
The sizzle on the street, the music fine
As neighbors chat ‘cross stoops, no one alone
In the city when the warm weather returns.
The grills come out, the beer is chilled, the park
Down the block sings with laughter. First sunburns
Appear on shoulders; hear the moms remark
For the thousandth time: “Don’t forget sunscreen!”
As happy, skippy kids come out to play.
The flower boxes burst with pink and green,
And all is right a moment. On a day
When other people rage and scheme and weep,
Here in the city, summer love runs deep.