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Quick Sketch of the City in August

June 13, 2011

The pavement is sweltering, with its bird droppings and patches of refuse. No one cares to be out on the streets on a day like that. Something is against nature; the sun punishes everything synthetic with pungent, sticky heat. A hot jungle, or even a hot desert, would not make the head swim so much.

The innocent really don’t deserve this punishment. As an example, a caterpillar has no business being forgotten in a glass bottle on a hot porch. It is against nature. It shouldn’t have been there in the first place. Anyway, there’s a man here—a filthy, stinking man—in an alleyway, which maybe he thinks will be cooler than the street because it is in the shade. But what it really is—it’s a stinking, garbage filled oven. A kiln.

Actually, an incinerator.

There’s no use in writing more about the man. You know about caterpillars and glass bottles. You know about nature. Let’s back away from the alley—away from the worst of the heat. You can do that. You can back away, a little. But it will never truly cool down in this city. You’ll understand that when you look at the scorching pavement, and feel the heat rising up, and up, to the bleary-eyed sun.

© Trent R. Leinenbach, Ashen Apples, 2011

One Comment leave one →
  1. Sarah Bown permalink
    June 16, 2011 9:30 am

    This is beautiful Trent.

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