Summer . . .
So much happening
with ups and downs
and windy roads,
with their cliff-top
wide side-side swings,
and forest campfire
songs to sing,

Now is the hour to navigate
what sometimes seems
a spate of bummers,

let thoughts and feelings simmer
lungs let out and re-inflate,

allow the self
and world
to recreate
and propagate
a generation of ding-hummers,

not just for the early birds,
but in time for us to all celebrate
even with the very latest comers.

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