Sallie's Heart Is Stone

One for the lanterns
Two for the bugs
Three for the punch at the summer ball
Four for the dances
Five for the dusk
(The things I must focus on, instead of her)
Six for the hum of cellos in C# playing waltzes for shuffling feet
Seven for the glare off every gllassy thing
And eight for the scent of daises in the Spring
But Sallie's hard as stone and the look she's giving me
No kisses on the cheek
And I've got nobody if she says no