Summatime transforms rowhomes into wallovens.
Black folks sweating, marinating, waiting for that 12:30
ripple in the air. Corner congregations pose with their
nostrils flared. Defiant to a blast furnace of a July Friday night.
Porches house refugees from the suns oppression.
Anticipation beads and runs down shiny foreheads.
At 1:15 Jah whispers, permeating the air with his cool blessings.
Now the third world can sleep.....