  We had a summer Rasberry lips sticky with sun Bees asleep on fat daisies We would sit there in our dandelion shade Citrus breeze licking the hot air Fat cotton clouds lazy as you and I And that was our summer Our summer of sprinkler mists and massive oaks Our summer of dust and dirt and pine and sweat Our summer of losses and counts and runs and water And in the midst of it Your hair caught in the wind Lips a deep plum from berries I'll catch you And hold you in a little glass box So I can remember our summer 
