The green shade languidly hung over your shoulder
As I glinted and gleamed my way past
The distant scent of the garden
Melons and magnolias amassed
The locusts sing their summers song
While you take a sip of iced tea
The billowing heat simmers my cheeks
As I wipe the dirt from my knees
I meet your eyes beneath sunglasses
Hold onto your name for good luck
When summer ends, can we still pretend
That were brazen and moonstruck?