Spring is gone

by Linda Cue

There are no
azalea bushes

or cool breezes
moving beneath

the warmth
of the sun.

My windows
are opened

and my door
is unlocked.

Does anyone know?

It’s summer

all year long
now, and the sun

burns even while
sitting beneath trees.

Is it too late?

Even, while I watch
for that first heavy rain

to plant again azaleas
in the loose wet ground.

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