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| July 6, 2020 |
Where are the days
when birds dip and dive,
chirp and sing,
flowers bloom in brilliance
When blue skies are
polished and shone
by the sun,
latticed with cloud
When lakes are dotted
with water birds gliding
on the glistening waves,
or on long legs, wading by the shore.
It has been many months past
and is many months hence
~ For this winter’s day ~
Memory and belief will have to suffice
“Summertime is always the best of what might be.”
~ Charles Bowden
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