Phoebe

She sees the creep of moon, yellow as the easy night, rise again too soon, gleaming black cars swwep, around kids who drink wine, summer goes without sleep, men who love to cruise, seek meaning of their life, like their women fools, she smiles but doesn’t need, lemon blonde August subshine, she's never in too deep, on her white railed schooner, she embraces the sky, hoisting her own festoons, she laughs as waves leap, nothing makes her frightened, guides the rippled sheets, and everything brightens.