The Long Rolling Summer
I don’t remember the summer last
Year feeling this long.
I am surprised, time consistently tries
To trick me into believing its
Shortness and now this.
What am I to expound from this
Constant misdirection when all
Is completed and nothing else
Begins.
The summer of course will end,
Nobody thinks it wont, nobody
Would be stupid enough to concede
To its manner of perpetual
Continuance. But how do we
Continue to waste what is only
Ours and watch as the days
Roll in to weeks.
What day is it?
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