Ãngel Franco/The New York Times Dear Diary:
At dawn
Flowers, petals and tree limbs yawn and
Stretch to
Greet a newborn Summer’s Day.
Young Robins
Ignore the cacophony of taxis and trucks
And soar
Above a city that simply stares past the heat.
Worker bees,
Women in heels and men in ties,
Remain defiant
Refusing to let this humid noon break
Their souls.
But by hot afternoon, Nature, feeling smug, senses
An edge.
But tough turtles in the Reservoir and potent
Pigeons in
Staten Island know nothing of giving in or
Giving up.
The Brooklyn Bridge and the Henry Hudson
Show swagger.
And Yankee Stadium shouts three strikes
You’re out!
Relenting, sweating, The Season cuts its losses in
New York.
And suddenly, all at once, dusk falls, as does the
Summer’s Sun.
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