There are so many ways
we say goodbye
to summer
A woman’s voice
singing by the canal
The sharp
contrasting light
between buildings downtown
The
thinning
tourist
throngs
The empty swimming pools
Early morning
jackets and sweaters
in backpacks
for the afternoon
A cool tinge
on your arm hair
against
your warm skin
Things you did not notice before
like
a certain tree
a broken bench
vague memories
something
on a sidewalk
and more
everywhere
Something perfect
but
it leaves
as it appears
and you
are not alone
for a moment
with all this
saying
goodbye
to
summer
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