Jun 16, 2011

Green Soul


What is the essence of summer?
I suppose it’s the presence of now.
The Sun’s your returned college brother,
He’s also your home-come cow.

Green grass, brown!
Green soul grow,
In the field that the hermits know.

Come distill the essence of summer,
Free-time, Frisbee, Popsicle, warmth,
Find your one love and no other,
Run barefoot, calluses coarse.

Green thumb, brown!
Green soul grow,
In the field that the faeries know.

Let me be the essence of summer,
Sun-bleached blond, eyes blue.
Campfire smoke be my mother,
Yes make each adulthood un-true.

Green soul, grow!
Green soul grow,
In the field that the children know.

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