It is summer in another life,
And you say you want to listen, so
I will tell you the mistakes I've made,
Admit to everything, the pain I've caused,
Or promise to, the sun so warm on flattened grass,
Tall goldenrod around us our horizon,
The mated hawks so high against the clouds,
Nothing feels so good to human touch
As human touch. Perhaps next time,
When there's so much more to tell.
