Not quite summer {poetry}

In the crack between toes
the bleak sun finds a grip
on the stained windows
and curtains that were just scraps of clothing yesterday
the fig tree out front
its fruit weighs heavy
the birds shout with glee for gluttony

It's been ages
since they were out front under the fig tree
to do anything but move the old car
it only moves in neutral you know

But hope finds a way
Ever since her sister gave her the sapling
and yes, the curtains need be washed
and yes, the other dog died again
and yes, the helicopters circle overhead
and yes, something somewhere is leaking

But the heat is fading
and the night is cooler now