That Summer - Bishop Allen

That summer they came to chainsaw the trees

That the beetles had scarred with their dreaded disease

And so many tears poured right out of your head

Stained the big pillow on your mothers bed

That evening you snuck in a passionate kiss

Beneath the old bandstand and your lovers lips

Where all honey suckle and slippery teeth

And together you laughed in the darkening breeze

That fourth of July, you giggled and waved

The jewel of the float in the big town parade

Look at this picture, there’s no evidence

That you didn’t feel right, and never have since