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one day opened the door and summer came in
just a little shy first
stood at the door to be beckoning
must have been hanging about outside
was as if it had been waiting
considering the curtains
I took a deckchair
hung out with the world
there were great swathes of big yellow
hung the world out to dry
summer stood like a statue then
still in the air
not quite a shimmer
not all there
nevertheless there were insects for proof
unidentified (each with the air of the just invented)
and still I remember those terrible eyes
and how this world is other-ended
but that is another story
for now
the south on all its stiff wings had arrived
to say day
the sky stood off
clouds forgot themselves entirely
all glowed
and cherished this moment
we each of us knew
would never
and never would
come again
be never again
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