6.30.20 – Solocus

Wisconsin Summer don’t know me that well.
Wisconsin Summer comes slowly, leaves fast.
She don’t see me like I see her:
Hot and bright, short but right.
Bees buzz around her beauty.
Horses gallop in her glow.
I can never watch her leave,
But I can always see her go.

Wisconsin Winter greets me like an old friend,
Grabbing my hand and leading me into the night.

*This is a personal poem not affiliated with any news item of the day

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