Summer turns to high

Mercury is rising still
Turn the fan on high
I won’t step on my own shadow
No one wants to cry

Someone put a pox on me
I’ll spit in their eyes

Summer turns to high

With my bed-sheet cape and sandals
Circle citronella candles
Summer’s here, the light is raising hopes and dragonflies.

If those hopes are overshadowed by cotton candy, caramel apple

Summer turns to high
Summer turns to high
Summer turns to high
Summer high

After wine and nectarines
The fireflies and time
Move like syrup through the evening with the sweet resign

I won’t pine for what could have been-
I’m preoccupied

Summer turns to high
Summer turns to high
Summer turns to high
Summer high