This, the season things begin
Again to shake the dust free
And plan for bouts of sunbaked
Revelry while tearing through
The offices and onto the playground
Shedding extra clothes and weight
In hopes of -- what exactly -- coming
Holidays to forget the lives
That don't quite match the dreams
And those who don't vacation
And those whose playgrounds are empty
Swing on the rusting playset
With free, free air cooling
Their faces while they watch
The planners bustle on to Fall.
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