Dreams of Summer

Navy blue bucolic blinds Sneakers on the front porch Songs never heard Place to lay your head When summer comes to pass Didn’t know you cared About why I cared Dreams in drawers Tucked away and folded So square Crease down the middle Wrinkles on a sleeve Pressed to young to answer Loves lost and in between Sand between our toes Schlitz beer, oh so warm Tumble on the beach Umbrella in the sand Crabs and muscles boil Till Dad calls us in Mom is on the phone Johnny’s back from college Dreams of summer I remember them so well In this cold dark temple I was left to dwell But I will come home And be free When the case worker Lets it be.