I say!...There here again, those golden
days when our city park faithfully
displays the resisting weak and
weary green to burnt yellow.
...
Out of the deep rises the
resonating tones of a violin
drawing long quickening
breaths into the blue
...
Applause
When the sea
fell upon the shore
like applause,
our sand castles
washed away,
our footprints
left no trace,
no voice was heard
above the sea gulls call
Next year you'll build
another one
and then another year
another one
When their summers come
our footprints
will return the most
applause heard
above the sea gulls call