Butterfly falls on the beetle's head (by Fred Shahrabani)

Butterfly falls on the beetle's head
The hockey stick cracks the stony bed
Summer's swarms come swarming round
Swarming beneath street lights and the craggy ground
Glimmers of Sun filter through the leaves
It's a perfect day for the perfect kid
To run through lawns and dawns and summer fields
And the myriad tracks crossing summer's shield
V train hooting in the distance
Comes rattling around the bend
Why worry about summer's end
When you can stretch a moment to eternity?
A model airplane,  bear hugging monsters
Summer's lavish fertility and sweetness in the air
Your field across the road fills up with the sound of laughter
With bounding dogs and looping soccer balls
And once  I think I even saw
A baseball tossed
Across the darkened abandoned mound
Nights packed with cocoa sipping/breathing fire flies
Kids beaming with life's campground fires
Branches bending into the summer night
Love reclining with contented smile
on summery campstyle recliners
Dad's pulled his guitar out
Mom's sipping chamomile tea
Upright Piano by the balcony
Opens up a wholly toothy goofy smile
But you better hoard your goods little squirrels
Soon  it'll be winter's time to come around
Pale moon through the clouds
Lights up like a torch
Casts it's eyes upon the porch
Crayon-drawn steps lead outdoors
From the shadows an unseen cough
Alex Alex to where'd you run off?
Mom and Pop are straining
Life itself is detaining them
Lady bug hitches a ride
On the wings of a dove
Up past rows of electric wires
Into the rivers of gushing air
Night comes round to the ol' neighborhood
While Seasons on their journey come and go
It's summertime  once more
We'd be organizing our dreams for you just about now
With the weather beautiful and all
But lovely Alex you've  run off
With the sky-high promises that you held
I don't think I ever took another breath
But here and there we pick up what pieces of love to us you have  left