Good morning summer, good morning summer before summer comes again i’m going lake surfing and tending a garden of stone roses i’m cutting out paper hearts and trying on glasses Good morning summer, good morning summer before everything goes dull again i’m picturing leaves on trees and staring at the cloud-covered moon i’m performing love spells and dreaming up a county fair Good morning summer, good morning summer before summer comes again i’m writing her name in cursive with the pressure washer on the driveway i’m buying new socks and making popsicles in the ice tray Good morning summer, good morning summer before the magic evades me again i’m kissing the sweat off from under her necklace and sitting on the balcony i’m looking into the lake and seeing what looks back Good morning summer, good morning summer before summer comes again i’m dying my little death in the sweet grass and cutting her hair in the kitchen i’m finding a new spray of freckles and wondering who i’ll be i’m spinning a nickel on the page of the phone book to see where it lands and making crayon-wax candles and cooling down on the tile floor and writing devotions and holy letters behind her belt and finally feeling like myself again
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