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so much sun we'll call it summer
the weeks of December are many
and here I am in just one
healing from the year
towards the longest
and day along
time coming
everything builds to it
I was all over the place
fell into disrepair
something is catching up with me here
bright day through the blackout curtains
a hecatomb of insect death
and Christmas is a long way off
and summer is too much
Terrific last lines!
ReplyDeleteshame about the rest?
ReplyDeleteHa. No. No. No. I just really like the 2 final couplets...especially the line "hecatomb of insect death".
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