a whispering summer morning
greets me with a hazy eye
slowly rolling over
into a lazy day
at the lake
wind and water
washing and spraying
our bodies
as we forget the days
will soon be shorter
and the nights long
we forget
we forget
we remember
we forgot
so we go back to
the beach
back to the barbecue
and hold on
to our friends
to our memories
to our warm beer
to the stories
we tell about last summer
or back in the day
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