My hand, as always,
skimming the fence
the rain will, as usual,
light our personal fires
all i have to say
comes in only
games for children
their sidewalk messages
to all, too simple
the only words they know -
houses and treetops -
their limbs fall all around us
we only have one further summer
left in us
but i will come around for you, as always,
for the fall
in the rain, as usual,
how never it comes.
july 15, 11
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