"Summer in a Small Town"
When the men leave me,
they leave me in a beautiful place.
It is always late summer.
When I think of them now,
I think of the place.
And being happy alone afterwards.
This time it’s Clinton, New York.
I swim in the public pool
at six when the other people
have gone home.
The sky is grey, the air hot.
I walk back across the mown lawn
loving the smell and the houses
so completely it leaves my heart empty.
—Linda Gregg
At first you wonder about the men and wonder the depth of the relationship.
ReplyDeleteAnd then you feel the Summer....it's happy and reminds you all the people in your past summers...and how, like them, summer always seemed to end right when it was getting good. And then there was Fall...
It also says something about the men of small towns. It's nice to get away from them
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