Squeezed behind the hill,
Regretting our last mistaken goodbye.
A breeze licked the raindrops from the rail,
As the sun beating broke the scilence
Of a Saturday afternoon aglow.
Full of dancing limbs, and telephone poles.
A warm aroma oozes out to air.
The summer melts around me; wet, dripping,
Heat-soaked with laughter not yet opened up.
A fine moment this would be, with company,
Easy chatter, like spilled drinks un-noticed.
A slender cloud on the horizon, cut
Deep into the distance, I wonder what.
Closing out the sunshine, with eyelids shut.
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