Summer Soulitude

Summer Soulitude short poem

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We walk
the deserted streets of my city.
The scorching hot cement sizzles
that transparent vibration
that warmth
has under the light of day.
We go from empty shops
to empty museums
to empty shops again,
staring at blank walls
finding refuge from almighty Helio
under the protection of a more arrogant,
self made God of the technological era.
The air conditioning.
Aha.
Our crooked heads
tilt to follow crooked images
projected on walls.
A pretty 15 year-old
with a flowered dress,
an Asian boy
boasting acrobatic moves
on a rooftop.
Our crooked backs
slouch in big chairs
facing the shiny cars
piling up near by.
Our crooked teeth
bite on the straws
of our fifth iced tea
for the day,
we smile
as we remind ourselves
that the second
we realize
we are happy
we aren’t happy
anymore.
So don’t think.

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