Summer I
Summer unfolds hot
and endless, it seems, but it’s
gone way, way too soon.
Summer II
Summer forgets its
structure, in favor of long,
lazy, fluid days.
Summer III
Summer likes to play
games on the floor, do puzzles,
and most of all read.
Summer IV
Summer has a quite
distinct volume about it:
loud, louder, loudest.
Summer V
Summer offers days
of building amazing things
on a Lego mat.
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