Where Summer Ended

In search of vital ignorance

where summer ended, trains
don’t run, but bees still
buzz, asking questions that people
like me hesitate to answer or even
acknowledge; seeing instead that bridges
need not connect anything vitally
ignorant of where
summer ended

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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