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Jun 2017
when you feel the watermelon juice
skiing down your chin
when you hear the hum of the lawnmower
singing its backyard ballad
when you smell the smoke of the bonfire
seeping slowly into your skin
you will know
you will sense
that summer
has arrived

- p. winter
quick poem as i die in the sweltering heat of an airconditioningless house
Penelope Winter
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Penelope Winter
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