I dream of my summer in shorts
I dream that my bones are not achy and we are in a garden under the sun
And we have time.
My dreams are a garden warm and humid and fruity and lazy afternoons with the fan on
And waterslides and iced tea.
My dreams are in the nineties.
Those true summer days seem so far away.
The sun's not even the same.
I want to look around and find a reason to smile in this day and time
Solstice
At 27 Celsius
This may be a normal day.
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