When it's hot enough to fry an egg on the street,
We forget about the real pleasures of summer.
Yesterday they slithered through the cracking temperature.
Just for a minute.
Sweet summer corning spilling in every direction.
Juicy Beefsteak tomatoes, sweet and dripping, tasted by passersby.
Patty-pan Squash as big as my hands, waiting to be grilled.
and of course.
A smiling line surrounds the Big Gay Ice Cream Truck
only in New York.
Its almost August and the evening light already looks more yellow and friendly than it did just a few weeks ago. Perfect summer weather is coming, I know it.