The june sun is not enough to burn
It brightens it warms the pavement begs
It whines as the wind bounces off it
The soft moistureless air asks where summer went
The shade brews the cold in small batches
that go wondering out carried on the warm northerly
straight into the street like a person walking fast pace
along the gutter across the path just to disappear
A lifetime in a few seconds
wasn't that what most people wanted
everything now?
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