summer lost

in days of summer lost, you sat 
and waited for the tide 
that like an inhalation came 
and filled you up inside 

but every season flows into 
a new realization 
that every reason comes to be 
its own capitulation -- 

in days of summer lost, i loved 
the heart within your aching soul: 
and still, i do, as we keep watch, 
the vigilant, 

the shore patrol

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