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