Bitter Fruit - Beautiful Fruit

Summer and the Mosquito's are here.
The creeks are as dry as me,
The cracks in the river bed mud are
Deeper than my grid map wrinkles.

The fruits of summer are full and bitter and
Enjoyed for themselves, as they are,
Sharp, intense, piquant, life.

This morning you told your wife you love her.
You desire her sometimes,
If you're lucky she is a good partner,
If you're really lucky she is a good friend.
Where is the love?
Maybe Hallmark has a card for that.

Last night you told your God you loved him,
But you rail against his gay children and
Heap the troubles of the world on their gentle shoulders.
Where is the love?
Not sure if Hallmark has a card for that.

Fathers devour their cubs or at best leave deep scars,
Like the lost lover who also introduced you to doubt.
Where is the love?
I'm sure Hallmark has a card for that.

And big shot, the one real love you usually ignore.
She loves you when you're far, loves you when you're near,
Loves you if you're straight and loves you if you're queer.
With love from Hallmark and your Mother.

The fruits of summer are full and bitter.
Piquant, sharp, intense and
Enjoyed for themselves, as they are.