Summer Poem by Robert J Meyer

Some might say...

It's past that time of first blush -
First leaves and petals -
When hope is the byword.
The sun seems more merciless now
Pressing the brow and shoulders
With rays that have crossed the abyss.

The air has thickened.
A dampening of spirits
Accompanies each step
Across the city cement
As I drag to my destination -
For what - I have forgotten.

The solstice calls down its magic -
A darkness within the intense sun
Sublimating souls with the steam
Rising from the concrete.
Another word comes to mind
As I walk and melt.