I was cloud bursting
at the beach, next to the girl.
My shorts still weren't dry.
A dog barks near us
and children bury their friends.
Last days of summer.
Somehow more lovely
than the dream of new July,
and we all exhale.
"That dog," the girl says,
"in a sidecar, with goggles.
And he was smiling."
Goodnight my sweet friend.
You are the life inside me.
and soon, the grey sky.
