gliding sliding crawling falling
 in the scurrying   along
 in the perpetual haze 
through day and night 
  and night again
leafing through pages in a book
shuffling through the fallen leaves
where trees lean and fall
when the soil is over soddened
by a continuous rain falling through
all the coolish spring and summer
 spring waiting until late August
 to make her appearance
  a quick bit part  on stage for a week
  then off again behind the scrim
a set piece of the allegory  temporal progress

I carried on    despite the displacement
knowing that the seasons will 
right themselves eventually  
and because  
there is no other choice
as I myself  here in the winter of my time
exhibit summer

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