g'nite sleep face, far away

i want a ferris wheel summer...
the sensation of being lifted far above the country fair..cornstalk community and pickup trucks... that's the kind of summer i want.
a silver, ford pick-up-truck summer... with cousins(bestfriends) who pull hair
i can ride in the back and let bugs catch my hand -- and it'll sting, but it'll be funny. and right as the sun touches the tip of western stop signs, i'll smell freshly cut grass -
(like that one day when i was lonely. my window was rolled down, arm out and sunglasses on -- but barely seeing the sun -- county road 300 S --
seems far away.)
i'll be ice-cream lipped young -- and swing set innocent ((before-the-park-was-for-parking young)) -- prebraces and prebra. and once upon a time before shoes in the summer...
i'll be worried, only at the end of the day, about the ticks and the scraps..