Melted into the roof by summers
That killed the orange tree
Or blasted the palm-tree into serpents
Or drew the four flower-spikes
Out of the thriving orchid
Or brought my books to me
Or tied my laces
And taught me how to skate
When we preferred tobogganing
That owl and I
A summer’s dream in a winter’s fall
We gasped our childhoods away
Unfinished things trudging home
Exhilarated and frozen
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