The Squeezing Down of Summer Time

The heat, so complete, so mind baking,

winds down to where you owe homage to breeze.

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You look around, see crisped and golden,

wonder why gray hairs peek out in your mirror.

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Find the fruits, juicy and dripping and ready

squeeze with a sweetness better than other gifts.

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Long days shorten like memory strands,

You blink, look around, say why am I here any longer?

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For juice it seems. The rush of drama as you dive into wave.

Or cuddle wrapped with your pillow, thanking it every time.

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The golden days of summer squeezing down narrows

your view, your time, your wonder, to the best slice.

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The awe slice where what you taste is sweet and worry

has no tomorrows, there is only today and its best.

Find the fish ready to feast on, and the blue of sky

rests on your shoulders like the badge of wondrous thanks.