Don’t want to hear about the end of summer
or the ghosts in the graveyard
I know they’re there
I feel them in the wind
the colder mornings are a reminder
that September is on her way
eat a peach and think of sunshine but stay in the shade
write a love letter in the sand
because the ocean
is the only one with permission
to know my heart
(disappearing without dispute)
Erasing without a thought of forgiveness
or a eulogy
if you stay where papaya
is available everyday
her soul will probably live
just as long
and as happily as it likes
there’s a concert in the cemetery
but she won’t laugh
or dance
with death just yet
but the sunshine
the sun shines