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Summer, Left Behind 

Once when I was summer,
I rained the summer rain, rained.

It shone and I became
its shimmer, went glimmering.
Rain rang and I pounded
its loudening pelt, round rain.

Oh, the grief of worlds,
the thieving words
at last will outlast you,
spoke in frozen voices.

Pry frosted pane,
your fall, your lost lips.

Know the unknown autumn,
the parables of wind.

Once when I was winter
you were left behind.
I ran the circus snow, snowed.
Summer, you were left behind.

Once I was winter’s wand,
summer you were left behind.

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  • A poem by Robert DiLallo.

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