A Chef's Kiss

It's so hot, the air has second thoughts Won’t last a winter's memory The smell of gas and fresh-cut grass Won't last beyond us at all It took till death to tell your story Nothing was wasted on us all If sunlight were our best disinfectant And our years will burn with night’s fall A civil war veteran picks a lily And listens to Pablo Casals A final note that rings forever Life will be the death of us all Maybe I'll break into the movies Become a star upon the screen And blow a kiss to a song