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last days of May |
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These are the last days of May |
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when our innocence reigns |
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with a cautious eye toward Summer |
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when wounds from our falls still heal quickly |
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our world still luscious and fresh for a while |
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when time stops to gaze |
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and late blooms are still welcome |
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These are the last days of May |
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and the sun gathers strength |
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for its soon-searing prowl in the sky |
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its fervent kiss on my skin |
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still reminds me, smiling, of you |
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when we gorged ourselves on our newness |
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before the rains, in the early days |
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These are the last days of May |
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our eyes meet -- we're silently counting |
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time barely biding its time |
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springs will run dry very soon |
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so we wait, soundless baiting of breath |
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as the silent rush of the heat |
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slowly gathers… |
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© Jon Bohrn (1998) |
