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At the close of May we
sit in deck swings and
wave, limp-wristed
at thick bees as they tumble
near our lemonades.
You say, “in the winter”
with a sun-ripened
tone and the first hot day
looks full of promise,
the sounds of lawnmowers
and yard work rising
all around us.
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