Watertown Plank

Watertown Plank
There will be ice cream for naked boys swimming in kettles, diving in.
Tornado country beat Allen lumber into mud ponds, sinking in.
My ears are ringing I keep hearing summer setting,

I keep hearing my ears ringing.
I want to live in your house,
I want to live in your room,
I want to sleep in your bed,
This summer (afraid.)
Like fire, you never really know what's there.