Goodbye Summer,
You were as long as the wait in the kickball line,
as short as the ice cream's melt-time,
as sweet as the watermelon on the front porch,
as lazy as the breezes off Lake Michigan,
as feisty as the mosquitoes at dusk,
as kind as the luck of the game,
and as elusive as a photograph that tries to hold these beings still and young and ours, if only for a frame.
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