Summer In the Park

SUMMER IN THE PARK One shows me how to lie down in a bed of tulips, Another time how to gently slip my hand under her blouse, Another moment how to kiss with a mouthful of berries and cream, Another time how to catch the Blue Morpho In the lace of her skirt. Here in the marble boat house behind the lake in the park A single white stallion And the proof of oh Gods’ existence, Riding in a ruby night gown blowing open from the summer breeze. Oh Devils’ child or whoever she was Having the nerve to ask me to go get her a whip.