Poem – Waiting for Rain (Detroit 1982)

Hot city
summer afternoon –
duplex lined street.
Boom box music takes the pulse –
Porch step girls dance, style hair.
Kids pilot big wheels –
scraping sidewalks with
the sound of jet planes.
Guys lean on cars,
tell stories, laugh and slap palms.
Neighbor ladies
shake out rugs,
share news and
shake their heads.
Well worn sofa watches all
from balcony summer home.
Oil barrel barbeque spits and hisses
under alley shade tree –
rib’s aroma mixed
with cigars, cigarettes and beer.
Faint sound of thunder –
waiting for rain.


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