Jaws drop at the suggestion
The walls are warm and thick
and the doors are flapping
with a fine sense of indignation

The summer is here
It is not going to fall

Just desserts for the land
Lips curl around your words forming a snarl

music falls like wooden pegs
in this dance of shallow words

Loose ties that keep us going
in these times of dark looks
through feeble smiles

noble hooks to take us
before our time.