I once met a girl with her hands and we lay together on the summerday sands. I gave her my raincoat and told her,"Lady,be good!" And we made truth together,where no one else would. I smiled through her fingers and ran the dust through her hands-the hour-glass of reason on the summerday sands. We sat as the sea caught fire. Waited as the flames grew higher in her eyes. We watched the eagle born-wings clipped,tail feather shorn but we saw him rise-over summerday sands. Came the ten o'clock curfew:she said,"I must start my car.I'm staying with someone I met last night in a bar." I called from my wave top-"At least tell me your name!" She smiled from her wheelspin and said,"It's all the same." I thought for a minute,jumped back on dry land-left one set of footprints in the summerday sands. I once met a girl with her life in her hands and we lied together on the summerday sands.