Storybook Summer

The bears went fishing,
Walking along wolf’s teeth,
Mussels save the bears,
I will see you next year.

Drive over the water to my desk job,
My shirt already glued to my skin,
A line at the drive-thru, a small talk,
I can hear the wind.

Oh, A man keeps calling,
He’s got the wrong number,
I watch the phone vibrating,
And wonder if I have what he’s looking for.

Three in the morning,
That tiny crack of what we won’t say
Almost felt like spring,
I sit in the realization of another day.

Four in the morning,
Already light out.
All my fish-stealing seagulls, gathering,
Already the candles blown out.

Five in the morning,
Already, the sun again.
The man calls again,
A name I don’t understand.

Six in the morning,
Still we won’t talk.
Still we won’t ever visit.
Live only until the clock stops ticking.