Summer Wine
Pablo Lavins
Ripe, strawberries and summer wine
Dry dust on walkers shoes
Jars draying under the blue
Tablecloths are blanks and clean
Soon they will be undear
Some keys must be unreal
The monocle is reckless in the vehicle
Lost lights illuminate the pine
At that time it should be nine
Monocle man seems so free
Leaves are withered in the beer
Warm fat consumed in bills
Why are thеre so few guests?
Thеre’ll be much to say when
Dogs eat the leftlover miles
There’ll be much to say when
The flutes in the sky take your spice