It was in the summer of our disaster
It was as good as it was going to get
There were only those waiting for the disaster
And those for whom the wait was over
The blade had fallen or was in progress
Water depleting and fires raging
Replacements in short supply
And when it reached its highest point
The sun poured down its floods
Of heat just standing there for days
Opening its little doorway of escape
For so many wafted aloft to a summer
Beyond summer and disaster
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