Summer has a taste
I guess they all do
But summer is worth mentioning
...
Theres nothing in a bar between the bottle and me
Save the sweat that clings to the glass
And my hunger
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I’ve made jumps
From rocky ledge to rocky ledge
Believing the next like grass brighter
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How much will your pockets hold?
I remember young, lolly scrambles
When they would fall between my fingers
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Do you think they did it on purpose
When they stuck rocks in a circle
And left no instructions
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Summer Tastes
Summer has a taste
I guess they all do
But summer is worth mentioning
Its not just the strawberries
Or the salt of the surf
It’s the lawn
It’s the colours
Summer isn’t coy
It doesn’t have pretense
Spring lies
And autumn pretends
You cant hold the others
It makes you squint before you see it
And makes you over dressed
It swallows shadows
It makes you hold all things up to it
Then hide them from its light
It s the point that the others were leading to
Or the place they depart
It’s the drip at the side of your mouth
It colours, smells, and embraces
And looks like the smile
God would have before talking.