Two lovers on a tandem
On a warm afternoon
Summer’s in bloom
These days not much to do
Pedaling together
Through the streets of my youth
Something, their boots
Tells me they’re not from here
I pass them on my way
To the sunflower field
It’s August 2
My dad’s day and love blooms
I pick up a small one
Looking wilted and bent
Maybe a bit spent
It also needs some rest
Bringing you this flower
Your first birthday alone
Some plants to grow
Sad you won’t hear this tune
