Age Rating: 1 +
My eyelids bathe in sunshine,
As I reluctantly open my eyes,
From strolling down fifth avenue,
To sixth, turning my heels and pointing my toes.
And realizing how good a barbecue can smell,
When the sauces are rich and my stomach is hollow.
While I study my silhouette on an asphalt canvas,
And my arm swings loosely,
An unhinged pendulum,
Fixated on the turning of sunset...
I'll drink in the summer instead.