Patty Melt

Throw me on a grill and let me sizzle,
outside slight signs of haze and drizzle.
Bikes lined up evenly in three,
leaves above me empty on the Cyprus tree.

Flip me just once and let me simmer,
as August days turn from bright to dimmer.
Birds chirp above me in quiet dusk like songs,
as distant church bells strike six vibrant gongs.

Cheese me cheddar, jack, or the tangy Swiss Miss,
touching my lips like a soft delicate kiss.
You melt and coat the four corners of my world,
my earth went spinning, whipping in a whirl.

Slide me on dark bread with caramelized onion,
as I watch the fading summer sun slowly descend.
The doubts and the fears of the day I felt,
have all disappeared as I eat my Patty Melt.

Throw me on a grill and let me sizzle,
outside slight signs of haze and drizzle.
Bikes lined up evenly in three,
leaves above me empty on the Cypress tree.