A Chef's Kiss

It’s so hot, the air has second thoughts
Won’t last a winter’s memory
The small 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