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Sentimental Summer

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The rest are ready to move on.
Only the weather resists,
with many a backward glance.
The calendar page flipped
geraniums and hollyhocks grew
leggy and tattered
Bicycles and skateboards sigh in their wheels
bored with the back and forth of our street
a dozen times, just today
Sneakers are ready, and lunch bags, and pencils
Even the crayons, hesitant at first,
are shy but eager to begin.
Only the weather, sentimental and humid,
clings long and sunny to the memory of August

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