sweetened tea

as the month
bends towards a
fat summer of
heat and swelter,
of hot streets,
of loose tar, and
birds resting,
filling the trees
with quiet wings,
and quiet voices,
i'll wait for you
to come around.
to bring me tea,
with lemons and
ice, sweetened.
and this is how
we'll make it
through the long
hot dry spell.
below the whispering
fan, upon the cool
long sheeted couch.