Sublet Summer

Six weeks above the corner store A borrowed bed, a sticking door You lived across the narrow street And brought a cutting wrapped in green We knew the date the lease ran out We let the days be days somehow Sublet summer, nothing owned Still you made that room a home Some things bloom and don't stay long That doesn't mean we got them wrong We cooked with someone else's pans Made little trips without a plan The cutting rooted in a glass I watched the water, not the calendar Sublet summer, nothing owned Still you made that room a home Some things bloom and don't stay long That doesn't mean we got them wrong I took my train, you kept your town No grand last kiss to slow it down You mailed the plant in early fall Its roots had outgrown the water jar Sublet summer, nothing owned Still you made that room a home Some things bloom and don't stay long That doesn't mean we got them wrong A green leaf leans toward winter light I think of you and let it thrive