Shimmering golden
Kalamalka lake beckons
Birds and bees alike
The heat makes people lazy
Even the act of perspiring is too much
A tropical, manufactured
scent lulls on the breeze
while
In other distant parts of our vast nation
The prairies flood
And in the Shield the summer smog kills
Children and adults alike
We are far removed from all of that
Remaining in a golden bliss
of breezy dusk and fireworks
To celebrate the fact that we're alive,
have free elections and drive our parents cars
Your clothes stick to your skin
The water is warm and feels like urine
And your mouth
and now
my mouth
tastes salty
I'm breathless
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