When did the color leave the trees
And the locks go back
on the swimming pool gates?
I can hear the distant banging of drums
and the irrelevant cheers of maniacal fans
The cats are leaving the mice alone
And strawberries have been replaced by gourds
Sunday’s crossword just like any other
Monday’s just a few hands away
Today I read the obituaries
Just to be sure my name wasn’t there
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