what’s with you and cults and beaches maybe only time will tell summer air lies like a blanket or a bucket in a well

and the leaves look like the autumn the breeze blows like it’s spring summer’s going light this year a weightless fairy’s wing

her leather jacket’s too hot for this weather-but it would cut the wind (water boils when the door is shut)

i wrote a poem about this i think as you hold me i wrote a poem but i didn’t let you see

what’s with you and cults and beaches what’s with me and stolen lines we can kiss the summer air and bless the sun while it still shines

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