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Growth
Jane Tyson Clement

At what instant does the summer change?
What subtle chemistry of air
and sunlight on the clean and windsmooth sand?
     The small birds at the water's edge-
     yesterday they were not there.

So suddenly the magic door is shut,
the trio suddenly is done,
the clasped hands inexplicably apart;
     however clear, however bright,
     the road we traveled on is gone.