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Split open summer and you’ll find: Mudlicious days and Sunfish pecking crumbles in the pond. Wet swimsuits dropped, oh shameful!, on the bathroom floor again. Hot feet, cool hands, and ice pops dripped on knees. Long blurry thunderous afternoons, And nighttime lighter if you stay outside. The grownups cannot see you when the windows turn to mirrors from within. Cold dirt air rising from the ferns at night, And white pines, mainmasts, pulling earth along as wide dark ragged sails Wave wondrous in the grey cloud-spangled ceiling of the sky.
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