
Summer serenading caught in the morning dew,
sultry thoughts sleeping in the shadows.
Our last chance for a season to wallow
and something new ahead of us to follow.
Among the cacophony of hillside late bloomers,
the vim and vigor of but a few
to carry us through,
and to bury all the sorrow.
We’ve but one more chance before the seed sows,
before the light goes.
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