The lake spotted with kayaks and paddle boards
On a perfect summer day
Tired with all the fun you've been having
Beans and rice and laughter that warms your insides
Peeling back layers of your beloved's beliefs over a pineapple-rum cocktail
The goslings of the lake are grown now
As the summer matures
The days of sun and chlorophyll pass so fast
There's nothing to do but look around in awe
Anticipating the crunch of late September leaves
But be here now, there will always be another winter like
Monday always follows Friday and
Friday always follows Monday
So nothing to do but look around at the eidetic sparkling water
No way forward but to feel the sun on your skin