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Summers Conclusion
Summers Conclusion
Conclusion
You
moved
towards
the
roll
of
hay
that
I
was
perched
upon
which
was
in
turn,
perched
upon
a
great
hill.
The
occasional
bracing
wind
heralded
the
end
of
summer
and
so
too
did
our
celebrations.
I
glanced
at
you,
glazy-eyed
and
confused,
like
the
un-caged
tiger,
drunk
off
the
sleepless
night,
and
perplexed
by
the
prematurely
arriving
morning.
You
picked
grass
from
your
top
as
I
picked
hay
from
the
bundle
and
placed
it
in
my
mouth,
like
a
cowboy
or
a
driver,
just
with
hay
instead
of
a
pick.
You
moved
to
me,
and
you
reached
to
get
where
I
was.
I
took
your
hands
in
mine,
and
lifted,
but
it
was
hard
to
maintain
balance
in
a
world
of
precariousness,
but
you
made
it
all
the
same.
You
slotted
yourself
into
my
lap,
with
your
hands
on
my
knees,
and
your
hair
blowing
in
my
face
And
for
a
moment
the
melancholy
was
lifted
and
unbridled
happiness
was
charmed
like
a
snake.
It
broke
out
amongst
us
and
the
zephyr's
tips
wrapped
around
you
and
me,
and
we
felt
the
brushing
heat
of
summer
and
the
innocence
that
came
with
it,
but
the
moment
ended.