Summer Song

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Summer Song

Wanderer moon

smiling a

faintly ironical smile

at this

brilliant, dew-moistened

summer morning,⁠—

a detached

sleepily indifferent

smile, a

wanderer’s smile,⁠—

if I should

buy a shirt

your color and

put on a necktie

sky blue

where would they carry me?