Late mornings lost hours
lashings of rain
on the faux window deck–
the air is cooler now
easy to breathe in
but being more liquid
more difficult to grasp–
like the concept of letting
a summer go in peace–
the fires are finally now
starting to ebb out
but still I clutch it
in tight fingers
like some scratchy
worn blanket
comforting in its
discomfort like how
I even regret my regrets–
OPTIONAL POETRY 
As a teacher, the concept of letting summers go is really hard to fathom. Thank you for this.
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Very expressive. Living in Washington State, I am ready for summer to be over and move on from these fires!
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Thanks, Claire! And agreed, I don’t seem to mind the rainy days at all…
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Beautiful, but sad!
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thank you, Emma!
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Your poetry is like you
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“I even regret my regents” Very powerful line
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thanks!
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I have returned to the land of favorite writers after many months. I have missed your poems especially. So I will, will catch up. I love the last four stanzas… your tactile imagery and metaphor and the power of your last stanza. I love that many of your poems seem to begin where they seem to end. Thank you.
Sally
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Thank you, Sally! Glad to see you back
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I also clutch at the remnants of summer! x
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It’s hard not too
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The last line simply steals the show!
Beautiful
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Thank you!
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You a have a very, Original way of writing its incredible!
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thanks!
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i’ve just read your last few posts, youre so talented!
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Thank you, Bethan!
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