Summer

I move through this white, sleepy town

Reciting mantras of the dead

Of whom I soon hope to understand

I've got scars in my head

And existential dread

And nothing here is ever sunny

I miss the taste of summer honey

But I'm a vegan now so I'll protect the bees

They sting my heart, but I've got the trees

And rivers to float down

I've got a coat for my gown

I'm not cold out here in the snow

So white it burns my eyes

I bet you didn't know

Reviews

[Robin Saxon]

Love this part 'I miss the taste of summer honey But I'm a vegan now so I'll protect the bees
They sting my heart, but I've got the trees'