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WHERE IS SUMMERTIME

by Brigid McCarthy

raw; skinned knees and daydreams
accompany dawnlike dress
i'm drowning in it; i'm spending beyond my means

metronome days go un-according to plan
but the stars are forgiving
we worship every night; we count our blessings in them
verdancy can become redundancy if the early bird
is
too
early
and that's the fear that croaks inside us all, i think

(and to that, we drink)

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