July, August
skipped November.
Reluctant and unreliable. 
Four missed calls. 
Bedsheet, window frames, a sheet of daydreams almost close to true. 
Gut feelings poorly managed end up half way in your throat. 
To discuss over dinner. 
The skies expression of interest welcomes an absent summer. 
Stood on corner streets. 
Writing on a similar delayed morning. 
Potential for a warm autumn.  

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