The solar flare will set us all on fire this Saturday

but we're still thinking of heading down to the rivereating pork rinds and playing chickenwe'll barely watch out for algae scumsince our mothers’ terrors were conqueredby good river shoes so this Saturdaywe'll waltz across rusty-haired stoneslike sunburnt apparitions like superstars likeChrist we can't believe it ends this Saturdaythis Saturday we'll tote our canoes over shallowsour little piggies safe from slippage as we baskone last time in nature God's glory this biodomea luxury hotel made perfectly for us and nothing's colderthan a beer on the river nothing's colder than the riveronce the sun goes out or will it pop like a cherrylike a turtle under a tire like Christ Almighty so pissedat all us kids is it too late to say we're sorry so sorrypromise with big scared eyes to clean up fix it dear lordwhere will the herons go the loons the little minnowswith nowhere to take cover?