Summer arrived this weekend,
three and a half weeks into official spring
Saturday was a glorious expulsion,
collective jettison of wet and white and cold,
bicycles, open toes, slabs of meat and tofu dogs
Crack the ice, chill the tea,
limeade with a twist of lemon
howsabout a bonfire
But by Sunday: an edge
revealed itself in
curt answers to casual questions,
frustration at the mess around us,
children glimpsed through windows,
wailing in a heap
(the dog just looked like hell)
All too much too soon,
hesitating winter hearts imploring: what’s the rush
♦
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