Now.

Courbet, Girl in a Hammock, 1844

NOW THAT the SUMMER's HERE

In slow motion, I'm reborn

I need a week to mow the lawn

I eat dinner with my flip-flops on

Now that the summer's here

With my chores, I only flirt

Hung in my hammock reading Kurt

Struggling to remain inert

Now that the summer's here

Now that the summer is here

I laze all day, my work can wait

And I behave like a firefly

And oscillate with my mate

I can spare some wherewithal

Listening to Ahmad Jamal

"Poinciana" says it all

Now that the summer's here

One thing is crystal clear

I won't be going anywhere

Except my Adirondack chair

Now that the summer's here

Michael Franks