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Summertime Over Song, a Diploid Tanka
I
Later in summer
Cicadas whine a sad dirge
Telling us it’s time
To stop thinking about the
Present - and start to think that
II
Time was better then
Somehow - shinier maybe?
Somehow intangible
Now. Vacuum sealed in a jar
Collected - inert - untrue.
William Comparetto
© 2007