Kissing Summer Good-bye


Summer, your last kiss was warm and wet;


Like a dog’s tongue across her knuckles


Not like other last kisses, yours didn’t make her cry


Rather, she ran in the tail of your thunderstorm


And washed her hair in a puddle.



We’ll be seeing you soon, dear Summer.

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