That Blue of Summer
When did it go away, that blue of summer.
A circle drive with white paint and bubblegum,
Grass green with red brown leaves, velvet sided.
My childhood lover out back playing.
Basketball! Yes, on a lot of dried and cracking mud
Dusty with bouncing.
Do you feel it now sometimes?
Of course I don't, we can’t read minds,
I don’t allow it!
No, but once upon a time, a focus crystal turned our intersecting worlds to liquid color,
A blue-green dress with daisies,
The crinkle of an unwrapped piece of time.
A fortune in a cookie,
A dribble and a showoff shot,
Barefoot summers, aware beyond perceiving.
Across 5th Avenue from the Metropolitan Museum of Art
A circle drive with white paint and bubblegum,
Grass green with red brown leaves, velvet sided.
My childhood lover out back playing.
Basketball! Yes, on a lot of dried and cracking mud
Dusty with bouncing.
Do you feel it now sometimes?
Of course I don't, we can’t read minds,
I don’t allow it!
No, but once upon a time, a focus crystal turned our intersecting worlds to liquid color,
A blue-green dress with daisies,
The crinkle of an unwrapped piece of time.
A fortune in a cookie,
A dribble and a showoff shot,
Barefoot summers, aware beyond perceiving.
Across 5th Avenue from the Metropolitan Museum of Art
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