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the longest day
travels the fastest
from blinking start
to drifting, lingering end
points
to hazy time
I’ve been waiting all year to say
to this one moment:
“it’s too hot”
let’s dip into that shady spot
by the tree, a cool cave
besieged by bugs
such stinging sweetness
marks this shortest span
on the spinning wheel
that starts the summer
season we get to live
over and over again,
if we are lucky