One Perfect Day in August

 One perfect day in August

One complete and perfect day

I took my salad to a park 

To sit alone beneath a tree

But not alone beneath a tree

One perfect day in August 

On a blanket in the grass

The wind stopped by

And the clouds brushed the sky

And the bees galloped in

And a man flew a kite

As I sat beneath a tree

Eating salad on my knee

On a perfect day in August

One complete and perfect day

I put my back to the ground 

And my eyes began to close 

Touching one finger to, my nose

Just to see

How a finger on my nose might feel to me

One perfect day in August