Days when the heart’s weak wants
Like daisy claws clowning
Under a fallen birch
Fold into themselves
And forget their splendor.
Aye, the days lose fervor
And momentum alone churns the gears
But I, encased in vials of dimpled dairy
Do recall the sounds of summer
When youth like bells rang out amongst the marigolds
And beef sat stewing
For the heat brings the scents and smells
But with it too the laughter of love.
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