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Who Stole Summer?

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The diving board is empty.

Wind brushes across the puddles on the wharf

stroking them into rapid shivers.

A solitary gull braces itself

against the breeze.

 

The vendors in their metal boxes

watch in despair as, once again,

the clouds roll in across the harbour.

They think of what might have been 

and count their losses,

wondering who stole summer

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