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A poem I wrote in honour of the summer – This Instead

A poem I wrote in honour of the summer.

 

This Instead

There’s a hole in the sprinkler

and the patio needs swept

but not now.

Let’s use summer for something else,

do what people used to do

in sunshine.

Lie together on old blankets

beside a river we happen upon.

Stare up at the blue holding hands

blurting out whatever comes to us.

Time will have no sway.

We’ll just lie there

for hours.

Let the day take us

until we are counting

the stars.

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