Missing Day
The Morningside
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It was just as well
A June day's such a long
The young grass maddening smell
Kite flies high alone
Above a low green swell
And time is thick as pitch
One could hear from the pond
A faint creak of oars
It's calling us to reach
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The better other shores
It's calling us to run
Two bottles on the bench
My beer wormed by the sun
There's not a single cloud
A kite flies and I would
A pebble in my boot
Too lazy to shake out
While kite was flying high
What did we talk about?
The summer had gone by
And so had I