Summer Dreaming
The sun is like a welcome quest,
one who hasn’t visited enough lately.
The day is bright, but the air is cold,
colder than it should be for May.
I remember spring as a child
feeling like summer,
making school days without air conditioning,
in my itchy wool skirt, intolerable.
The classroom was stifling, like a cage.
I was trapped in th…
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