The Corner

A Poem.

It seems that each year the corner grows longer.

How long before a corner becomes a wall?

It seems summer dies slower each autumn.

How long until summer is infinite?

It seems soft lips shrivel in the sun.

How long until they crumble into dust?

It seems fall is right around the corner.

How long until I can’t see the other side?

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