Saturday, August 22

The Dog Days of August...



The sprinkler twirls.
The summer wanes.
The pavements wears
Popsicle stains.

The playground grass
Is worn to dust.
The weary swings
Creak, creak with rust.

The trees are bored
With being green.
Some people leave
The local scene.

And go to seaside
And take off nearly 
All their clothes. 

John Updike

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