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Love Letter

Summer keeps writing
passionate notes
wherever you turn what else
could be meant by
pink geranium petals
floating to land on your leg
while you read on the front porch?
Even now, summer can’t stop—
She signals as you write—
splash of goldfish in the pond,
note stuck to the damp sparkle
of lemonade pitcher
Read it quick
before the green ink
dampens and evaporates.

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