The Summer flys by bat wings beating
the whirl of images fluttering
sputtering words and tunes caught in snippets
rest forgotten in the flurry
fun expected without time for fruition
exhaustion gained though the pace of relax
soon to be poured back into the race
rodents with their teeth all chattering
anticipation rides a weary back
vacation vacant stares
grinding back to the stone around ones neck
*S*
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rambling relief that does not exist
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