Summer dusk idles in like old
Caterpillars on back roads
and the maples at the foot of my hill
roll about in background rubies,
drumming bottomless emerald heads
at the riverbed stones
and the chain-link walks in the gravel,
downhill with sandals stuck to my toes
and all the hay and last watered roses
christening diamonds
while crows chortle steam from their noses.

Though dark is quick to cover
all I lack in any light,
first is only one seen:
a lantern pupiled of sun,
and much too low this night
at the flat of my hill.
Though dusk has yet left, she would
dangle such lightbulbs on fishing lines and
they are now many a lure of chartreuse hanging
whilst river birds sing Cajun banjos,
whistling amber-ed humidity
to none other but my hill and me.

Sitting in the shell of burden
The sounds of youth blare out of mispent
Time
A simple coincendence I'm at the helm bottle in hand
But a copilot was not in my users manual
So as we check with the tower for clearance on life
The only thing I can thinlk is well an autopilot setting worked before
A honk from a curious stranger means that I am on the radar
Well I guess care and control is a option for authority
But you can't control me and I don't care enough to worry bout it

One night
Just one night
One night
To be free
One night
With a Warm summer breeze
One night
With a group of friends
One night
That will never end

Thunder, tonight please make my fears and worries disappear into the fear of you