the darling buds of may

if i could be
i would
and sit gently in May
and not burn

but the season is sharp
and hot with memories
of time that would end up
standing still

i scramble the letters
and spit out the pieces
of restless hope and naivety

and hope that summer
will somehow be different
whenever it may and may not come

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