Wallovens

Summatime transforms rowhomes into wallovens.

Black folks sweating, marinating, waiting for that 12:30

ripple in the air. Corner congregations pose with their

nostrils flared. Defiant to a blast furnace of a July Friday night.

Porches house refugees from the suns oppression.

Anticipation beads and runs down shiny foreheads.

At 1:15 Jah whispers, permeating the air with his cool blessings.

Now the third world can sleep.....