Until the summer

Springtime falls on the Serpentine
The running club trains for the summer races
Boys practice rowing to impress the girls in June
Tourists huddle for warmth on the lower decks
Ticking off sights on the circular bus tours
Watching the mist rise from under a guidebook umbrella
Until the summer comes

I’ll close my eyes
Rest my head on the table and count the hours
Until the summer comes back
May, June, July, August, September is all that counts
When the summer comes back to me

The conductor arrives then the symphony starts
The percussionists cling to their timpani mallets
Waiting to strike as the overture suite hits its stride
And then the summer flashes like ribbon lightning
The camera phone blur of an Olympic sprinter
The theme park ride a fraction the length of the queue
When the summer comes

I’ll close my eyes
Rest my head on the table and count the hours
Until the summer comes back
May, June, July, August, September is all that counts
When the summer comes back to me

Just holding back until the summer
Just holding back until the summer
Until the summer

I’ll close my eyes
Rest my head on the table and count the hours
Until the summer comes back
May, June, July, August, September is all that counts
When the summer comes back to me

I’ll be a runner circling the Serpentine
I’ll be a tourist circling the city sights

Until the summer comes back to me