Juanita Rey
Providence Summer
On hot days,
I miss the cool wind
off the ocean,
the temperatures
that collide on my skin,
leaving me brown
and warm and moist.
The city is too closed in,
streets like clogged arteries,
traffic fouling the senses,
every building on guard duty,
blocking the breeze from entry.
I yearn for sand, foam,
clean breath and ancient rock,
memory, and my own tracks
coming and going.
I live in heady times
but it’s against my body’s will.
Juanita Rey reads “Providence Summer”
Juanita Rey is a Dominican poet who has been in this country five years. Her work has been published in Pennsylvania English, Opiate Journal, Petrichor Machine and Porter Gulch Review.