it will be
the season
of nose rings
tattoos
and
kissing girls
it will be
green and leafy
with sun tan
leopard spots
on bikinis
it will be
ceiling-fan-spun
into swirled
hot yesterdays
and todays
melting
into tomorrows
it will be
asleep and dreaming
of winter
(but i’ll stroke its head
and tell it
i love it)
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