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Summer you give us

days that melt into each other

like the scooped ice cream

atop cones of plain or sugar


You bring heat that

relishes idle activities

on floating docks

we sip crisp libations

while lapping waves

work to produce polished stones


Rays of sun sway with trees creating dappled light

while black skies share space with crackling fires

fire flies and moonlit nights

lazy, hazy winds breathe fun filled days

into dream filled sleeps

with the comforting sound of the loon who cries


Games are played, puzzles solved and books are read

under the safety of rainbows that stretch

for miles searching for pots of gold


You tease us, then torment us

with  early end of season mark-downs

you pile snow suits into warehouses

and sell notebooks with lined pages


Why Summer, why?








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