If The Weather Were Nicer

Maybe, if the weather were nicer,
and you were out of school, and we
were in the park like we were that time,
it would feel like summer.

Maybe, if the weather were nicer,
and ice cream was sliding down my hand,
like it were a water slide at Beaver Lake
(God that thing terrified me)
it would feel like summer.

Maybe, if the weather were nicer,
and watermelon sat on the counter—
no point putting it in the fridge,
we nibble all day – and chocolate
melted in our hands, like our hearts,
it would feel like summer.

Maybe, if the weather were nicer,
and the clouds didn’t sit just so over our heads
for so long, and we licked our popsicles
and jumped rope after swimming
in the pool or the lake – have your choice,
I don’t mind – and we were fish for a day,
it would feel like summer.