Berkeley Summer Song

Sweet summer raindrops 

dry gently into air 

a metamorphosis of desire 

of plum into pear 

A rooster crows and a dog howls 

the coast breeze tickles my face 

And the dark sees the owls soaring, 

appearing as pure lace. 

I smell the smelly stars 

Spinning in the deep dark galaxy

Reaching down to my nose 

they smell just like the sea 

Because in the end we all find 

How connected all really is 

From our feet to heat to dad's seat 

To the water's bubbly fizz

This is summer and it is night 

But no one cares a care 

the world still spins through the simple swaying 

forever human lair.