Summertime flying saucers 
And melancholy postcards. 

Ice cream cones and 
Rain puddles. 

However briefly 
And in this passing, 

I pass too,
Is how I’d like to stay.

One’s stake in the world
Like fire dancing over ice.

Our first love poems
Bulit on breaths of sweet air.	

Always and always 
The roam of brain,

The investigating moon,
Notes in the seawater.