last summer
it is summer again
though this time it’s different
aerial artists spelling out words
across a clear blue sky
resonating with how you feel
there is no changing of the guard
or replacing the old with the new
there is only forward progression
as if living inside a movie reel
with each passing summer
something new dies
and as another night draws near
you find more artists in the sky
spelling out their names
march two thousand twenty-one
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This is absolutely beautiful!!
Thank you very much, Mermaid!