sounds of the city

The humid air licks my toes while a soft breeze picks up -
a welcome respite from our oppressive heat.

A secret dream:
My spirit wriggles and writhes in anticipation of the fall.
When we'll wear sweaters and dance, snuggled tightly,
holding hands in the cool twilight to keep warm
(and because our hands search each other out without thought).
There will be a next new season for us in our home.

The sounds here are unfamiliar and only mildly full of nature.
We're surrounded by small patches of grassy lawns
and the noises of bugs that exist everywhere.

Something rubs its legs together,
making an insect's musical soundtrack to a Saturday.
A handyman tinkers and pounds away on something nearby
as his wife leaves him to his own devices
(and a moment's peace to subdue his dominion).
Air conditioners and cars hum and whoosh -
we are a city people,
our bikes locked securely.

That bee buzzing nearby doesn't annoy today.
I welcome the company on this porch
so removed from the vast peace of nature's fields.