Not So Fast

wet window

Summer wanes, weaves her way from garden and park like slow-poured clover honey, says hold it; one last golden note, a forever-y sigh arrests the rush of crisp air, still thirsty, departs with a cooler tone, her submission steam on the window gives her away.

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