summers come suddenly

upon a weary afternoon

i wasn't aware

 

 

splashes of a tired sun

upon metal

running along the roads

in a distant, muted

unending roar

 

so why are you walking alone now

steadily across the silent parks

crushing under your feet

the remnants of last fall

 

And children, with their parents

from a faraway place, neat in their coats

visiting the city for a day

is it summer already

that the tourists are coming

 

so the setting sun paints gold on the bricks

& window panes of a distant building.

this must be the west for the sun sets in the west.

 

Places & images are memories

lost in time.

 

 

 

 

 

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