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A GOOD SUMMER

his face

turned towards

the waters,

viewing the ocean

through an open window

 

a calendar hung  

on the wall with

the wrong year,

a coffee stained

desk top,

an overflowing ashtray,

the exhaustion of

morning before day begins

 

the chair becomes a

closet for sweaters,

sweatshirts, socks, hats

and boots tipped over

as if dead

 

he pauses,

thinking of her

copper colored hair,

fair weather skin

and sure hands