On a hot afternoon, this waitress chose the only quiet spot
to smoke and check her text messages, in the alley
between the building and a delivery truck.
I think, if people could, they'd be lying under the trees
like dogs, on their sides trying to cool their bellies,
suit jackets and ties askew, attache' cases carelessly
flung down. Oh, yeah, that's what bars are for, where
the people lap up martinis and beer.
The temperatures have finally broken, and are down
to a more "seasonal" 80 to 85 degrees,
rather than the previous 90 to 105 degrees.
However, we are still enduring drought conditions
with no relief soon. The grass is turned to
straw, the corn crops are endangered, which means there
is less food for cattle, as well as endangering
other food crops.