These two weeks are made-to-order sunshine
mislabeled and rerouted from Arizona to the NW
Even in light of the rain last night
this afternoon gouges itself on blue
the clouds tauntingly distant
the sun mockingly optimistic
two weeks to remember what summer means
as the sun fights for life
two weeks to pretend itself into spring
before the veil descends once more
How can I enjoy the moment when its fleeting?
How can I honor the season when it is only a ghost?
I become a mockery between darkness and storms off the Sound
dusting off sunglasses emerged from hiding
letting t-shirts revel in the sweater-free air
looking over my shoulder at the mountains
what secrets are you hiding?
what monstrosity lurks beyond your peaks
waiting for the dead of night to steal into the city
and pound against rooftops with waterlogged fists?
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