Missing summer

Forecast: sunshine, thunderstorms, seventies for the first time this year

I’m beyond ready for stinky sandals, no sleeves, on the beach with a beer

Chase away winter’s chill in my bones, rev my engine, my head clear

But there’s a taint to the anticipation

A pall of clinging desperation

To squeeze every warm degree, each speck of spring from the grey sky

Drown myself in the reviving heat of summer before it rushes by

In a haze of narcotics, convalescence, immobility, and sighs

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