Deja Blue

swatting flies lazy summer heat I was fifteen nothing to do watching the weeds blister sat on the trampoline out back, black searing heat beneath me boredom pounding freedom knocking you strolled by impossible grace for such heat with your baseball cap and sandy hair brought the beach to me showed me how the waves crash unavengeful now I sit here think of the beach see you blowing in the wind somewhere know I?m not the same