Let's sit beneath this poplar's shade
on this late spring afternoon
while heat shimmers distort the glade
summer time is coming soon

Drops of sweat dive off my nose
but we can drink some cold sweet tea
we're down to the minimum of clothes
to still maintain propriety

Bumbling bees provide a hum
as they pollinate the varied flowers
the tuneless background leaves me numb
after hearing it for hours

Tired air's so lazy it won't stir
it barely deigns to support birds
listen to the silence which occurs
usually at hearing obscene words

Through slits I see your eyelids drop
our breaths become measured and deep
'ere long our world will seem to stop
as we drop into tranquil sleep