haze haze haze haze pulling my heart apart

typing the start of a summer of light

washing wings and pull from the right

glaze glaze a frost a blaze

carry on shoulders and choirs annoint

herald the return of the exclamation point


this summer burns the ego learns

to leave a charming voicemail

a rail in symphony round the front of the battlefield

a gale of warmer climates burning soles and fingertips

a tale of mockingbirds and weathervanes


the return of the exclamation point

you still have so much left to learn

breathing the fumes from the veranda

nothing can be solved with nom de plumes

carry forward and twirl around the ground will catch you

whether you want it to or not

a girl in sound but not in theme

repeat after me