I remember standing in front of a great big
brown box air conditioner in the living room.
Letting the chilled slightly musty, damp,
air under the oversized shirt I was wearing,
so it would balloon up around me.

And looking at the sky blue, pentagon
shape of the neighbors garage wall.
Once filled with a plant like ivy now only gave
way to its brittle grey-brown, dry, dead stems.
Their little roots stuck firmly to the wall in an
attempt to leech out any water that it had.
Looking like the strange little suckers of a sea creature.
Or water skimmers on the surface of a lake, a cloudless
bright sky reflected in still water.