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each year it comes
that first day when the
temperature climbs
reaches out and grabs
that magical number
signifying the return of summer
and all things slow to a crawl
here in my midwestern sanctuary
nestled in the valleys of
lazy rivers and shady maples
everything slows
the old timers spring shuffle
becomes the slow gait of humidity

it's this time of year i often wonder
what happened to the fixation we had
just a few months ago
that dreary lament on the down side of life
the clutches of winter
and the dirge of the winter wind
how is it we suddenly tuck it all away
so that we may frolic in the heat
we slide it under the rug of nature
silently hoping
that it will disappear while we're out

but i wrote all that to tell you this.......

we are all condemned to beat ourselves up
over the smallest of regrets
we are

i can't take you with me into my
cavern of manias and disappointments
oh sure i can write about them
hide them in clever analogies that
well....

only a few really get
but none of you can hold my hand
as i creep down that pathway
i must face them alone
just like you
and you
and you
sorrows gonna come for all of you

seems like such a downer, doesn't it?

sure i could have continued writing about summer
splashing around in wave pools
and barbeques planned for days of patriotic fervor
but that would just be continuing a lie
wouldn't it?
shoving all that gloom under some
rug with a smiley face on it

but what is it i'm really trying to say?
did i just fill the page with random bullshit?
or was there a hidden meaning?
was it enough to gain a "seal of approval"?
or was i just poetically jerking off in the summer sun?

the answer can be found on the bottom of your shoe
no, no wait that's not it
the answer is at the bottom of your closet
damn it! that's not where i left it either

oh yeah........
the answer is within your own heart
and the only way to find it is by

 

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