The sun is hot
The city, loud
Screaming with life
Filled with crowds
The kids are outside
Fire hydrants busted open
Water guns and chalk sticks
Little girls and jump ropes
The ice cream trucks sing
Promises of cool treats
Then the sun starts to set
But people stay in the streets
People sit out in lawn chairs
In a place with no lawns
In the concrete jungle
Everyone belongs
They sit with their music
Their banter, their day
Relishing the summer night
Before it fades away
