Summer by the water paddle splashes lakeshore lovers.
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Noiseless footsteps fading in the summer dark— walking with my shadow.
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Shovel strikes hard summer soil beneath a fainting sun— young dog’s resting place.
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Between summer leaves blinking golden— sweet raspberry.
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Breath of lavender— old woman with a crutch selling summer flowers.
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Cat at the window watching the ghosts of summer thoughts.
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Windows into other eyes hanging on a line springtime postcards.
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Bound in concrete yet green another spring— urban tree.
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Keepers of the sky awaking to the chirping of spring— green shade.
Rising from the graves springtime green —forgotten cemetery stirs.