Summer Is Mine

I love to sit out in the sun Down by the plum tree Slowly budding out its purple leaves And pale pink flowers I thrive on the heat Like some cold blooded reptile awakening After a long and arduous winter The summer belongs to me And to my Aztec skin The peasants all run inside their hovels At the rising of the summer sun in the sky They run and hide their pale milky skins I sit in the noon day sun With a copy of one of Rod's books Maybe (Stanyon Street) Or my favorite (Listen To The Warm) And the sun makes the pages Bright For me The letters stand out brilliantly Summer is mine No swamp kooler for me I would prefer the beach But in all honesty The desert was created for old men like me. And Summer Is Mine 3/1/2016 29 Palms Ca.