By next Wednesday, summer will be gone. Let's start to say bye with what I feel to be the quintessential summer poem. It's courtesy of Poetry Foundation, though I remember this being published in the Winter 1994-95 issue of Ploughshares and reading it back when I was a graduate student at Emerson College.
It's amazing that a poem can make you nostalgic for a kind of summer you never really had.
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