Waiting for the moon
to come up in the wind
feeling like a galleon or pollen
pushed around the same room
when the great doors fly open
what carries us aloft
is free but not convenient
and summer is a movie
Doris Day Is Gay
it’s OK really I
remember the same summers
their lakes and leaky kayaks
their fish excuses
when the great doors flew open.
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