Last summer, when the days
Stretched themselves out a-mornings,
Yawned, chased, yielded and heeled beside the sun.
Pools lapped, pleaded,
'Til late evenings, circling, finally curled about themselves.
Stars
winked and swished their tails
and waited to Pounce.
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