Summer grows hollow
even in the heat
center turns to dry pith
in the long days' retreat
every one seems quicker
illusion of age
and really they've got longer
as our impact turns a page
never again that long spell
left on my own devices
better not to dwell
hours spent on fools and vices
and every hollow summer
falls into itself at last
thinking how to fall indifferent
thinking through and holding fast
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